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pepper

The smell of peppers was hanging in the air- a spicy reminder of why we were here. We assessed the damage and looked at each other, knowing full well that this fire had not been an accident. The kitchen was gone. All of my fruits and vegetables, grown with my own hands and sweat, were burned and smoldering.

» Posted By Pandy Fackler On 09.03.2011 @ 12:16 pm

poison

There is a sound like a tap and a scrape, as she pulls out the frosted glass stopper. Pouring slowly, the wine smells warm and spicy. She reaches with long white fingers, into the folds of her dress. A bottle, very small, glints in the dim light of the kitchen.

» Posted By Pandy Fackler On 08.22.2011 @ 7:58 am

transport

So I’m standing there waiting for my bags to come out at the airport, and this guy walks up to me and says, “Hey, wake up!” He walks away. Then this lady bumps into me and she says, “You are in a coma, dear.” I’m starting to freak a little and then suddenly there is this little girl and she pulls on my jacket and looks up at me with these giant brown eyes. “None of this is real,” is what she says. What!? What the hell is going on? And then… I woke up.

» Posted By Pandy Fackler On 08.21.2011 @ 7:36 am

step

step to it! the stairway to heaven. Step it up, work harder. There are 12 steps. But there is also a 13th step. Steps are stone or wood or concrete or carpeted or figurative.

» Posted By Pandy Fackler On 07.31.2011 @ 8:21 am

cigarette

Oh man what a word. What a convoluted feeling of not wanting to smoke, or wishing that you did not do something that you do anyway. What is it, about the mind and the strength of will, that hitches in the middle when you puff your first and last?

» Posted By Pandy Fackler On 07.16.2011 @ 1:15 pm

chores

There are so many things
She needs to do
Today
She thinks about them
As she watches out the window
The rain is drizzling down
Steaming as it hits the pavement, rising
Back into the air
She sips
At her coffee
Maybe tomorrow

» Posted By Pandy Fackler On 07.09.2011 @ 9:44 am

crane

She was in the car behind us as the funeral procession made it’s slow and winding path through the cemetery. I wondered what she would be wearing- something scandalous I’m sure. I craned my neck back and tried to see through her through the back window but her car’s were tinted. I wondered, as I had been wondering for 5 years now, what my father saw in her. It didn’t matter, I supposed, with my father laying in the mahogany casket, bumping along on his way to be buried in the wet ground.

» Posted By Pandy Fackler On 07.04.2011 @ 6:55 am

crush

After the fight, Brutus looked down at his fallen opponent.
“You fight like a child,” he said. “You will learn to fight like a man, or you will die before next Autumn.”
Arian looked up through a bloody haze, gathering his wits.
“I will crush you under my boot-heel before the Summer heat arrives,” he said. “You will never defeat me again.” He spat out a jagged, broken tooth. “You have taken too much from me already, Brutus. I refuse to let you take my pride.”
“Ah, but I think it’s a bit a too late for that, isn’t it?” Brutus laughed, a bellowing sound, and the bystanders laughed along with him.

» Posted By Pandy Fackler On 06.29.2011 @ 6:05 am

lust

I waited for him to get home from work, feeling silly and anxious with my nakedness under the sheets. I wanted him to love me. I wanted him to make love to me. I knew that he didn’t want me that way, but I felt that I could change his mind, if he would only give me a chance.

» Posted By Pandy Fackler On 06.28.2011 @ 8:36 am

antlers

Antlers are worn on the forefront of the head and are pointed outwards in order to poke the opponent. Whomever pokes their opponent with the most force, wins.

» Posted By Pandy Fackler On 06.25.2011 @ 12:19 pm

despair

Don’t despair, when the sky is a copper brown
and the sighs of your past come calling
Do not think that you’re the only one
who screams for help
when you’re falling

» Posted By Pandy Fackler On 05.29.2011 @ 7:26 am

mint

Mint condition, 1983 AMC Eagle wagon. This is the ad that I read yesterday while scanning the classifieds for a new job. I thought about how great it would be, cruising along in that car as the warm Arizona breeze lifted my hair. I circled the ad with a red sharpie. I looked out the window and saw the Maine coast spread out before me. I’m okay, here. I like where I am, and I like my rusty old Honda. But I suppose it’s okay to wonder…

» Posted By Pandy Fackler On 05.27.2011 @ 11:14 am

heels

eels don’t have heels. But if they did they would probably wear some sort of metal shoe, like made out of tin foil or something. . . . some days I got it. Others, not so much.

» Posted By Pandy Fackler On 03.15.2011 @ 11:44 am

keychain

There is a sound
a clatter, almost

muffled in your hand
as you shake snowflakes

jingling in your palm
now you are home with me

» Posted By Pandy Fackler On 02.27.2011 @ 11:43 am

barber

When I think of barbers, I think of the straight-razor shaves that you can only get at a barber shop. They have to be specially certified because, I mean, they are slicing hair off of your face with a razor sharp straight blade. Can’t find too many barbers out there that actually do that nowadays. I bought a friend of mine a gift certificate to get a professional shave at the barber shop, and they whipped out one of those pink ladies bic razors. What a let-down that was.

» Posted By Pandy Fackler On 02.25.2011 @ 8:29 am

dropped

His jaw dropped when she walked into the room. She had a newspaper in her hand and she did not look pleased. Her hips were swinging in that way they did when she was upset about something, and he couldn’t help but get lost in their provocative pendulum as she approached him.

» Posted By Pandy Fackler On 01.29.2011 @ 7:47 am

furnace

Your body is like a furnace, purring warm against me in the night. My cold toes find a home and you don’t mind at all.

» Posted By Pandy Fackler On 01.23.2011 @ 7:07 am

sidetracked

As an easily sidetracked person, it can be difficult to complete projects. I sit here, surrounded by unfinished writings, paintings, housework, homework, and I think to myself, “Why can’t I just-” Hey look at that little bird outside! I wonder what’s for dinner? I need to call my Gramma. How many pints in 40 gallons?

» Posted By Pandy Fackler On 01.22.2011 @ 5:55 am

spider

She slowly finished up the last sparkling stands of her web and looked around.
“Well, that’ll so it, then!” she said, wiping her hands on her tiny apron.
“My new web will be the talk of the town!”
She gazed over her masterpiece in awe. She couldn’t believe that she, just a tiny spider from Daisyville, had created something so extraordinary.

» Posted By Pandy Fackler On 01.20.2011 @ 4:44 am

typewriter

She walked in, a long, slender cigarette dangling from her ruby lips. She sat, in the shadow beside my desk and waited. I was typing. I pulled the sheet out and gently blew over the ink. I couldn’t stand to look at her. I looked at the tip of her red high heel. It had tiny black flowers on the strap.
“What do you want, Doris?” I asked.
“You know what I want, Jeffery.” She said, uncrossing her legs and leaning forward into the light.
“I need that photograph. And the negatives for it. And I need them now.”

» Posted By Pandy Fackler On 12.19.2010 @ 7:13 am

sheets

I pulled back the sheets slowly. They were still wet with the blood from the murder. I was a rookie, and this was my first real murder scene. There was a strange smell in the air, but I couldn’t place it. I inhaled deeply, looking around.
“That’s the smell of a frightened death.” Tori said to me. She was standing solidly beside me, gazing intently at the mess.

» Posted By Pandy Fackler On 12.15.2010 @ 8:17 am

stamps

I get a stamp when I go to a bar. I put stamps on my mail. Stamps are really hard to write about…

» Posted By Pandy Fackler On 12.14.2010 @ 8:17 am

believer

I am a believer in a lot of silly things. Like fairies. Or luck. Karma. Aliens for sure. Also the goodness in all men and sustainable agriculture. And time travel.

» Posted By Pandy Fackler On 12.10.2010 @ 10:06 am

teeth

She dreamt about her teeth falling out, each one hitting the keys of a giant keyboard made out of sand, and the tune that it played was an old circus song.

» Posted By Pandy Fackler On 12.07.2010 @ 7:24 am

nail

Nailing. Nail Nail. Snail nail. Snail mail. Jesus hates nails I bet he uses that grey putty that people use when they rent.

» Posted By Pandy Fackler On 12.05.2010 @ 9:03 am

practical

Practical. Practically nothing. Practice makes perfect. I’m practical, pragmatic. Like a practical pragmatism machine. I make practice I make perfect I make pramagmamapracti-malfunctionMALFUNCTION!

» Posted By Pandy Fackler On 12.04.2010 @ 9:27 am

bunny

“You ready, bunny?”
“… yea. I guess.”
“Okay, here we go!”

There was a moment of silence, the kind that’s feels like the whole world is under water, and then we jumped.

» Posted By Pandy Fackler On 12.03.2010 @ 7:32 am

transport

Sweating
in the dry hot sun
I am the mule
the dirt ground is
hard against me
I lay face down
under brush
from this spot
I will never return

» Posted By Pandy Fackler On 12.02.2010 @ 6:38 am

closed

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I counted back from ten. I thought about you getting torn apart by chainsaws dipped in acid. I thought about you having an allergic reaction that made your face all squishy. It helped a little.

» Posted By Pandy Fackler On 11.28.2010 @ 5:35 am

affection

No species on earth shows affection like the dog. having a dog in your life is like having a warm furry vitamin that loves you. They make you feel happy and healthier every day. unless you have a bad dog i guess. but they are usually a victim of circumstances.

» Posted By Pandy Fackler On 11.27.2010 @ 8:25 am

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