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reporter

the reporter yawned
another story to tell
yet it’s not new news

» Posted By Stephanie Force On 11.22.2017 @ 8:55 pm

beer

He has his feet up and his shades down. He sits enjoying the cool spring breeze as the sun warms his face. As a batter goes up to the plate, he puts his feet down knowing that it’ll be a good swing. Jumping up, he forgets about the beer at his feet as he goes to catch the ball. This catch, a proof of memory, is worth more than an overpriced cup.

» Posted By Stephanie Force On 05.07.2013 @ 11:49 am

stories

A white blank page.

Close your eyes and see the darkness. Wait for the light to come. Wait for the colours to start swirling and figures to emerge. Watch how the figures become animated within seconds, and emotions embody the motions.

A white blank page, just waiting for words.

» Posted By Stephanie Force On 05.06.2013 @ 11:19 am

planter

The wind pushed it from side to side. It hung precariously from the porch roof, teasing Mother Nature to bring it back down to the ground. The flowers relied on each other for support until the quaking was over. Once the planter could no longer play the games, the flowers came crashing down, becoming bruised and broken.

» Posted By Stephanie Force On 04.24.2013 @ 11:23 am

dashboard

I sat there drumming. I couldn’t stop myself,. as soon as the music started my fingers started to wiggle and my toes started to tap. He’s seeing the real me, I don’t care if it’s our first date or not. I’m not the kind to just keep to myself timidly.

» Posted By Stephanie Force On 04.09.2013 @ 11:17 am

punished

One minute. Sit there and don’t move. Your eyes must stay watching the clock.

One more minute! You looked away. You know you weren’t supposed to spread glue over Suzie’s project and you did it anyways. We play nice with the other kids and keep our hands to ourself.

Your two minutes are done. Go out to recess, I don’t want to see you causing trouble again.

» Posted By Stephanie Force On 04.07.2013 @ 8:48 pm

cities

They’re all the same. No stars. No sleep. Always running and running and never stopping. People creeping around corners, strolling down streets. Crashing, clanging, crying. Screaming, shouting, shuddering.

» Posted By Stephanie Force On 03.17.2013 @ 11:25 am

withered

He looks down at his feet, at the one withered flower. Picking it up, he exchanges it for the one that he brought with him.

“I’m sorry no one else comes, it’s just that, no one else knows.”

He continues on with the highlights of his week, and just like the weeks past he ends it the same way.

“They won’t catch me. I’ll be back next week. I promise.”

» Posted By Stephanie Force On 03.10.2013 @ 6:27 pm

returned

And so it returned. All of the day’s hard work and persistence got thrown out the window as I sit here and write. I don’t know where it comes from… this constant unhappiness. This longing for something more in life. I should be content with what I have but yet I yearn for what I know will never happen. I can have a beautiful day full of accomplishments and laughter and still it is not enough. All I want is someone to share the night with, and so the pain returns.

» Posted By Stephanie Force On 03.07.2013 @ 7:59 pm

weathered

I’ve weathered every kind of storm there is. Torrential downpour, hurricanes, blizzards, tornadoes, even those rare ones with a beautiful blue sky without a touch of breeze. But the one I haven’t been able to make it though is the one that you’ve created in my heart. All I can do is hunker down and pray to come out alive.

» Posted By Stephanie Force On 02.20.2013 @ 11:22 am

sanctity

Late that night she walked in, heels clanking together. She payed no attention to the glares coming her way from the sides, and the light of the candles only gave enough light to hint at the discolouring of her arms and legs. Nothing about this girl was sanctity, but the pat-pat of her bare feet reminded those frozen faces of a child-like innocence they never had. As she walked herself closer to Him, she found herself lifting out of this world, to something that held more promise.

» Posted By Stephanie Force On 02.14.2013 @ 1:15 pm

willed

I stared at the phone, and willed it to light up. All my thoughts (my heart, my being, my soul even!) went into willing a cold piece of metal to come to life. But I knew deep down that this was just the same old story, different “prince charming”. He wasn’t going to call me. Plans fell through yet again and I’m spending this Friday night alone with H.W.

(That’s short for homework)

» Posted By Stephanie Force On 02.15.2013 @ 3:51 pm

flat

Okay… I know that one wasn’t good. But I’ll do better next time, I promise! There are just days where my thoughts don’t line up and my actions aren’t connected with my brain’s orders and everything just flat-lines. Just there, dead as a doornail.

But then again…

Was a doornail ever alive?

» Posted By Stephanie Force On 02.13.2013 @ 3:21 pm

Flat as a slice of paper, curved up on the sidewalk. Nonsense. Pigs flying though the sky? Pretty ladies on the beach? Squirrels, jumping out of trashcans. This world is flat and full of rounded ideas. Maybe we should think more.

» Posted By Stephanie Force On 02.13.2013 @ 3:16 pm

salesman

Salesman. He’s at my door. Part of me wonders what he’s selling, but I sit here behind my couch like a statue. My dogs are barking, but I can’t yell to quiet them down. If I do then he’ll know I’m here. He can’t know I’m here… I hope he leaves soon.

» Posted By Stephanie Force On 02.07.2013 @ 12:33 pm

think

Don’t think. Just write. That’s what I was told to do. So I let my fingers roll over the keys, frequent visitor to the <– Backspace button because of mistypes. But I'm still typing nonetheless. Type. Type. Think. Type.

» Posted By Stephanie Force On 02.05.2013 @ 11:51 am

systems

All systems are ago. We’ve got the lighting and the music to create the mood, the wine is chilled, and all the staff in the back has a wonderful menu planned. We’re creating the perfect recipe for the perfect night.

But without him, the system fails.

» Posted By Stephanie Force On 02.02.2013 @ 10:07 am

features

She walked in the room, and no one really noticed. She was a plain girl. Dirty blonde hair all a mess, hoodie and jeans like all these other kids just trying to get through another day. But it was her eyes that caught mine. Deep blue, a sea full of secrets.

» Posted By Stephanie Force On 02.01.2013 @ 9:29 am

swell

Well isn’t this just swell. A nice little spot, and some time to sit and think. Ahh… the smell of rain is in the air and everything has a hint of gray. Some people would want their perfect day to be 80 degrees and sunny but I disagree. 60 and rainy is perfect for me.

» Posted By Stephanie Force On 01.30.2013 @ 11:41 am

ahead

“After you.”

“No, after you.”

“Oh please, do go first.”

“Age before beauty.”

“But really, you go ahead.”

At this rate, they’ll never get through the door.

» Posted By Stephanie Force On 01.26.2013 @ 10:19 am

responsibility

Responsibility is the one thing that is keeping me together. I’m involved in so many things right now… so many people are counting on me. I fear letting anyone down, so I must keep on top of everything and I have to get everything done. Between class, work, and extra-curriculars, I have to make it through. It’s not even Friday yet of the spring semester and I’m already beginning to loose my mind.

» Posted By Stephanie Force On 01.24.2013 @ 4:56 pm

musical

Life is a musical. Sitting on the subway, I sway to the beat. I hear the clicking and clacking of the wheels, the conversations are the lyrics.

» Posted By Stephanie Force On 01.23.2013 @ 1:54 pm

real

Real is fake. Nothing is real. Everything is as we imagine it. Real lives inside our own heads, and your version of real is quite different from my real. It’s quite the conundrum.

» Posted By Stephanie Force On 01.22.2013 @ 1:10 pm

visit

*Knock knock knock*

My heart dropped into my chest.

“Come on Miss, I know you’re in there.”

I wanted to run and hide, but I couldn’t. As a little hand grasped onto my finger, I took a deep breath and opened up the door. This was the visit that would take me away to freedom. Away from Him and the only life I had grown to know. I was terrified, but for the little voice that asked, “Mommy, why are you crying?” I knew I had to go with them, get my little one to a better life.

» Posted By Stephanie Force On 01.21.2013 @ 11:22 am

master

I sat there, staring at him. I nudged his foot, and I called out to him.

“Master! Master!”

But he didn’t budge. 15 years, and he was the first to go.

I sat there that night.

Howling at the moon.

» Posted By Stephanie Force On 01.10.2013 @ 10:44 pm

politician

He was a politician. Raised up on a pedestal that we put him on. We chose him to stand there above us. But he is not above the same faults that is found in us.

» Posted By Stephanie Force On 01.09.2013 @ 1:53 pm

must

Must I? Must I deal with all this technology failing me? Can’t I just run away, leave it all behind… live a life where it’s just me and my thoughts, and the people I come into direct contact with? I don’t want to do this anymore.

» Posted By Stephanie Force On 01.07.2013 @ 12:08 pm

lord

OH LOORDIE LOU.

I can’t believe this has happened… again! Why can’t people just live in the moment and take the chance on life? All I want is to be happy… doesn’t he want to be happy? Why can’t we be happy together? Lord help me convince him…

» Posted By Stephanie Force On 01.04.2013 @ 11:13 am

placed

I stare out into the darkness as the bright lights blind me. My ears go deaf from the monstrous applause that is coming from below. All I can hear is the beat of my heart. I am standing on top, and it was my best that placed me here.

» Posted By Stephanie Force On 01.03.2013 @ 8:01 pm

I couldn’t help but smile as I stared off into the darkness. The lights blinded by eyes, but I didn’t mind. The crowd’s roar filled my ears causing me to go deaf to everything but my beating heart.

» Posted By Stephanie Force On 01.03.2013 @ 11:18 am

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