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in the woods. lost. the only beacon of hope becomes a cage of despair. I was hungry. I didn’t realize there was a witch inside.
» Posted By Pru On 01.27.2012 @ 10:36 pm
The way you brushed my hair so gently when I cried is something I don’t understand. How can anyone feel so much love and compassion for another human that showing those feelings is completely automatic, when for me it’s all so contrived?
» Posted By Pru On 10.24.2011 @ 7:33 pm
Stacks of books were all over the floor, creating a winding maze. I felt like a giant about to destroy a city as I followed her through the house.
» Posted By Pru On 10.10.2011 @ 6:19 pm
The table was set in opulence for a feast. Warm candles, gold and jewels, silk and linen. The guests arrived, waited, but no food came.
» Posted By Pru On 10.06.2011 @ 7:20 pm
Ink on skin doesn’t make me bad. The blackness and hate if your bigoted soul are a stain you can never get rid of though.
» Posted By Pru On 10.05.2011 @ 12:27 am
Romantic wasn’t quite the word for cold pasta and a beer. He was only really interested in getting past the “formality” of dinner, and on to the main event. but he was left unsatisfied with the remainder of a warm beer to keep him company.
» Posted By Pru On 09.30.2011 @ 11:06 pm
A very different place at night. The grown-ups come out to swing.
» Posted By Pru On 09.27.2011 @ 11:23 pm
Pressed for time, I hurried down the hall toward the elevator. I hit the button furiously, wishing that would somehow that would actually speed it to my floor. The doors finally opened and I squeezed into the overcrowded space, thinking how my shirt was going to be wrinkled by standing too close to so many people.
» Posted By Pru On 09.25.2011 @ 10:52 pm
“A safe port in a storm” the sign promises. But by the looks of the place, it’s not any safer than staying out here on the street. The paint is cracked, peeling; the door looks like it’s bee almost kicked in… I think it’s better to find any other “safe” harbor.
» Posted By Pru On 09.22.2011 @ 6:30 pm
Sitting, waiting, wishing, hoping. Napping, lazy, tired, complacent. I just wanna watch tv. Fluff up my pillow, get a blanket, time for some popcorn and movies.
» Posted By Pru On 09.21.2011 @ 9:15 pm
“Good times, come on!”
“Ok Kool and the Gang. Are you done?”
“Yeah. But I wish I had more confetti. You can never have too much confetti.”
“Yes you can. And you didn’t use confetti. That was vomit. You are shitfaced.”
» Posted By Pru On 09.19.2011 @ 11:49 pm
she smiled patronizingly and stated how concerned she was with my progress. but I knew she didn’t really care. she was trying to cover her own ass. I didn’t care about that class either. just going through the motions.
» Posted By Pru On 09.19.2011 @ 1:02 am
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hands shake. fingers itch. just do it. I want to get it over with. count down. starting…. now. do it! do it! now! shoot! just do it. the mirror is staring back and I just can’t think, and why is it all so hard? and I just want to find the courage. but is it really courage?
» Posted By Pru On 09.18.2011 @ 12:01 am