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The tires left tread marks on the pavement, the screech of brakes and angry shouts from windows open left in their wake. The explosion of a vehicle against a tree, loud and echoing, and set ablaze. The scene was set for the end of the night. All that was need now were actors and actresses to play the part of the sad family and the tragic victim. But the stage remained empty.
» Posted By Rosalind On 11.05.2011 @ 4:36 pm
The rain came faster than she ever thought. Drip, drip, drip. Watching from her window, all she could do was stare as the drops traced paths down the glass, touching the pane with a delicate plop. Outside, storms raged, and her trouble of being stuck indoors angered her, but the beauty of watching from inside was lovely. There was nothing she loved more than the rain. Of course, she longed for sun bathing and beach trips, but the smell of nature, the smell of the storm…she loved it. Just the dilemma of being caught indoors…that was the downside. She couldn’t be in touch with nature through glass.
» Posted By Rosalind On 11.05.2011 @ 10:53 am
science does a great job of pushing us to the edge, but stops us from falling, thereby leading to an unpleasant hanging on the edge sensation where neither faith or truth exists.
» Posted By rosalind On 11.20.2010 @ 5:50 am
I feel victimized sometimes when I ride the subway. Other times I do Sudoku. Or read. I love going over the bridge when the sun is setting on the Q.
» Posted By Rosalind On 04.14.2010 @ 7:36 pm
I’m so transparent. Everyone looks and me and knows exactly what I’m thinking. Every thought is there, etched into my features. I’m an open book, they say. They know when I want to laugh and when I want to cry. Except they don’t. They only think they do.
» Posted By Rosalind On 11.29.2009 @ 1:43 pm
I gently ran my fingers over the strings. I didn’t want to play. Not now. He’d been gone too long. He hadn’t been gone long enough. My heart still felt him the way the air still feels the vibration of the strings long after the music has gone.
» Posted By Rosalind On 11.28.2009 @ 1:32 pm
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She stepped forward, one step nearer to the altar. It had been so long. Before she’d never noticed the light through the stained glass window, the peacefulness of the silence around her. Now, it felt like coming home.
» Posted By Rosalind On 12.07.2009 @ 10:11 am