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wall

She stared into a tiny hole in the wall. The hole was neither extremely large, nor very small. It was about the size of her skinny index finger. Of course, she did what anyone would do. She stuck her finger in, but as soon as she did she felt something wet and slimy on her finger. She tried to pull it out but no matter how hard she pulled it was stuck. She writhed her finger around and the painter yelped on the other side of the wall.

» Posted By Tai On 02.04.2013 @ 10:17 am

cool

I was sat in the parking lot waiting for Jim.
“Hey man you’re here!” People oddly following him around. He glanced a me, I waved at me and he walked along with doing anything. Completely ignoring me.
“Hey, Jim!” He just walked past with people following him. Girls going after him. That’s not fair. It’s me. I’m the cool one!

» Posted By Tai On 01.28.2013 @ 9:23 am

speech

I stood there my knees quivering. My throat dry and Butterflies going cray in my stomach. I got up in front of the class and cleared my throat.
“There is something that I need to let you all know. Something like a confession but a bit different. It’s something that I am not proud of and I just needed to get it off my chest. I hate you all.”

» Posted By Tai On 01.14.2013 @ 4:28 pm

side

This side of the ocean just seems so much bluer. The waves lap at the pure white shoreline, and I can’t help thinking that I’ve never missed the Atlantic so little.

» Posted By Tai On 08.23.2012 @ 2:25 pm

want

I want a lot of things. I want to go to a college that I like best, that likes me best. I want a house that is all my own – I want to move out soon and be on my own. I’m young and restless even though I’m not a flighty kid.

I want a job that pays more. I want a lot of things, and I guess everyone else wants a lot of things, too.

» Posted By Tai On 08.14.2012 @ 2:07 pm

apron

She had a white apron fastened around her waist. The kitchen was bright as she padded around on the caramel-wooded floors with a mixing bowl. He was coming home tonight. She garnished each pastry carefully.

» Posted By Tai On 01.06.2012 @ 7:30 am

thunder

The thunder sounded in the distance, rumbling low over the rolling hills. I wait, wrapped in a soft throw, perched on the edge of my couch. My eyes are glazed over, anticipating the coming storm. One… two… three… Brrrroom.

The air smells like rain.

» Posted By Tai On 12.20.2011 @ 6:58 am

skyline

I thought of a skyscraper. I never liked to stand on top of skyscrapers because I’ve always been afraid of falling off. It only takes one misplaced footstep, and it scares me just how powerful one mistake can be.

» Posted By Tai On 11.30.2011 @ 9:26 am

solitaire

I used to play solitaire with my grandmother. She taught me how to play. We would spread out the deck of cards on the patio, shrouded in trailing ivy. The sun would peak through the lattice and illuminate the ace of spades.

I haven’t played since she died.

» Posted By Tai On 11.18.2011 @ 7:21 am

autumn

I love the autumn. It was breathtaking to watch the leaves change by degrees each day; it seems like only yesterday I dismissed the Fall Foliage festival and said, “The leaves haven’t even changed.”

And now they’ve run through their cycles; leaves are on the ground, their brilliant colors reduced to that elevation. Fall is coming to a close, and winter is fast on its heels.

» Posted By Tai On 11.08.2011 @ 5:14 am

passionate

I remember that, once, I was passionate. I lived for him – and I suppose that was my first mistake.

My second was that, in my passion, I trusted him. I explained away things that were wrong in my mind – I tried to ignore things that meant that my dream wasn’t all I have dreamt; that my happiness was bliss in ignorance; that my passion was misplaced; because he had done nothing but lie.

» Posted By Tai On 11.01.2011 @ 8:13 am

husband

I hope to one day have a husband, but despite the desire for it to be so, I can’t imagine myself falling into the arms of another. I can’t even comprehend trusting anyone as much as I did before; I can’t even conceive becoming so close to an individual.

I can’t imagine a kiss; I can’t imagine a life with anyone.

» Posted By Tai On 10.31.2011 @ 5:17 am

castle

The castle facade of the jousting ring rose high over the sand pit, above the knights the plebeians, and even the Queen herself. Rodrick appeared, his lance lowered, and the announcer exclaimed, “His helmet, his armor, and his horse were all STOLEN.”

A certain faction cheered.

» Posted By Tai On 10.19.2011 @ 5:13 pm

dull

This life is dull.

I feel like – and have always felt – I have so much potential, but I am simply in the wrong place and the wrong time. I have accidentally been put in the wrong body and the wrong circumstances. I could be great in another world; I could be substantial in another universe.

Who I am is not all I can be – but what can be done?

» Posted By Tai On 10.18.2011 @ 8:10 am

warfare

Girl world is modern warfare. Being around her makes me realize exactly why I choose self-isolation. Being around her makes me remember why I prefer to be ALONE.

I am so sick of her treating me like I’m stupid and deprived. I’m not stupid. She’s the one who can’t keep her legs shut and her grades up. She’s the one who is going to college for parties, and on top of that, ostensibly to get a psychology degree.

Shut up, Ashley, you are nothing, and you will never amount to anything. I don’t regret cutting off my friendship with you, because you are a spiteful cow.

» Posted By Tai On 10.17.2011 @ 7:25 am

conviction

I was always reluctant to decide on things. I have always been slow to come to any kind of conviction. Mostly because it mortifies me, shocks me, shakes me to be wrong. I can’t stand deciding that something is true, and finding out later that it is, in fact, false.

I don’t want to say that he looks for me, too, because I’ve made that mistake many times before. Once bitten, twice shy. I’m searching for any gnashing teeth, but I only see his smile.

» Posted By Tai On 10.12.2011 @ 7:30 am

stacks

There were stacks of old papers all around. They symbolized something for her, something dark.

Each was a reminder of her imperfections; each was a reminder of her failure. Her eyes slid across the towers of paper, and she despaired for a better tomorrow.

» Posted By Tai On 10.11.2011 @ 8:13 am

evidence

There is evidence of another regression; bulging abdomen, chin angled below to hide the shame, baggy clothes to conceal the essence of her weakness.

She stumbles, shambles, fails; she hopes, prays, struggles for a new tomorrow that will be, in all respects, brighter. She leaves the table, disregards the temptation, puts down her fork.

With her fingers, she traces the edge of an empty plate.

» Posted By Tai On 09.27.2011 @ 7:34 am

couch

She sits on the couch, sprawled out. Today was a long one, filled with things and people she cannot understand. Her eyes glaze over as she watches the news; she sits and looks out on the things she cannot change.

» Posted By Tai On 09.22.2011 @ 5:24 am

celebrate

The air was thick with apprehension. As the minutes ticked on, the mothers and children tucked into each other, and the fathers looked on grimly. A large television broadcasted an equally grim-looking anchorwoman. Her body language showed her nervousness.

Around the world, people tensed as the time drew nearer.

Tick… tick… tick… The clock tolled, long and loud, as it had on any other afternoon. But people everywhere exhaled simultaneously, relieved, celebrating a seemingly insignificant time.

The clock moaned its deep tone, and they were alive, another apocalypse theory already beginning to fade away.

» Posted By Tai On 09.20.2011 @ 7:43 am

concern

I’m concerned for my future. Where am I headed? Sure, I’m under the impression that I’m going to be successful in the end, but I can’t envision the path leading up to it. And isn’t the journey what’s important rather than the destination? I don’t know.

Why can’t I stop?

Oh, God, I lost my grip then and I’m still skidding toward something ominous, desperate for someone to hold out their hand and save me.

» Posted By Tai On 09.18.2011 @ 7:00 pm

pouch

A velveteen patch was fastened to his hip. In it was everything he owned: two shillings, some string, and a polished stone.

He hadn’t much money, and the string was useless, at least at that time, but the tiny, seemingly insignificant rock—

The stone was what burned in his pocket, what burned in his mind; he could never forget the look in her face when she handed it to him and said goodbye.

» Posted By Tai On 09.16.2011 @ 9:41 pm

average

Average is a perception.

I immersed myself in the first two years of high school with knowledge; I spent time with the most intelligent (albeit just as socially awkward as I) students around. I gained the perception that the average of intelligence is a skyscraper.

I can remember a fact a month from learning it, and so what? What is the meaning of memorization? What is the value of simply doing what I am supposed to do? I am called on in class; I answer.

But could it be that to many others, fathoming an answer is above average?

Average is a perception, yes; but where do I truly stand in others’ eyes?

» Posted By Tai On 09.16.2011 @ 7:42 am

hover

The helicoper hovers over the wreckage; flashes of fire blaze below and the pilot looks in grimly, searching. But for what is he looking for amongst this destruction, amidst this death? He can hear the screams and the crying. He can see the loss.

But just as all seems lost, he sees the stars and stripes, waving.

» Posted By Tai On 09.12.2011 @ 7:45 am

wonder

I wonder what it feels like to have your heart ripped out.
To have it pulled out of your chest.
Blood pouring.
Sinews aside.
and thrown on the floor
It pumps for a few moments and you realize
that’s your heart on the ground.
Pumping without you
It pumps and stops
and you hurt

when I say I wonder I mean
I know that it’s crippling.

» Posted By Tai On 06.17.2011 @ 3:02 pm

plaid

A plaid blazer is no longer limited only to the territory of lumberjacks – a young woman perched on a log, letting rain drip onto the flannel. She cries for days lost and the trunks thereafter left behind. Plaid sticks to her arms, reminds her of rain.

» Posted By Tai On 06.06.2011 @ 10:55 am

den

The mother bear stirred in her footsteps. A cold breeze made its way through the trees, blowing softly against her thick fur. The warm season was coming to an end. She pawed at the soft ground idly, knowing that it was time to start providing for herself. With the colorful leaves and the autumn, she knew that winter was coming.

» Posted By Tai On 09.13.2010 @ 7:00 am

calling

I will keep calling you to see if you’re sleeping or you’re dreaming; if you’re dreaming, are you dreaming of me? I can’t believe you actually picked me.

» Posted By Tai On 09.07.2010 @ 9:08 am

trees

The treeline feathered the horizon, and I felt the clear glass jar turning in my fingers. It had been five days since I had left the shore, and somehow the saltwater had escaped through the cork. It was like sand slipping through my fingers.

Summer was over.

» Posted By Tai On 09.01.2010 @ 8:43 am

cheek

Tongue-in-cheek humor. I never understood that expression. Maybe it’s about time for me to google it and get it over and done with, but I’m too busy pretending to care.

» Posted By Tai On 08.31.2010 @ 9:47 am

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