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I don’t get it

» Posted By Trish On 12.23.2015 @ 9:11 pm


Clean, do as you please, wash again, start again, chalky, smudged, soap water wash start, sunshine draw

» Posted By Trish On 01.02.2015 @ 11:02 am


Sitting on the water, casting in the line. Waiting for the tug to show me that tonight we would eat. Tonight I won’t have to listen to the rumbling of my baby brother’s stomach as he

» Posted By Trish On 10.26.2014 @ 9:43 pm


The clasp on her necklace was made of pearls and marcasite. It reminded me of a ring mum used to wear before her fingers swelled up with rheumatoid arthritis.

» Posted By Trish On 01.29.2014 @ 4:09 pm


it was decomposing in front of her, silently leaking through the plastic bag. stifling a scream, she turned to face the killer.

» Posted By Trish On 06.11.2013 @ 4:01 pm


The car stalled in place…she hadn’t let out the clutch, and she was able to see how the road curved in front of her. How in the hell had it come to this? What could she tell him about how she had found herself in that room, in that darkened, window-smothered room, in…his arms. She thought about her final moments in the room and realized that she could never tell him how it had come to pass. There was no way she figured he could understand. She started the engine again and carefully released the clutch and pressed the gas pedal…Like everything else surrounding her, life must go on. She shifted into second gear.

» Posted By Trish On 02.23.2013 @ 12:04 am


He’s causing a scene again. Flirting with the others. Flashing his eyelashes, strutting his stuff. I should have walked the other way but I didn’t. I had to see it for myself.

» Posted By Trish On 10.06.2012 @ 6:33 am


I have never voted in this country because I’m not one of them. It’s not allowed if you don’t belong. You see I’m an outsider. They’ve let me in but I’m not really one of them. I speak their language and don’t look any different but they still know that I’m different.

» Posted By Trish On 10.01.2012 @ 7:29 am


Reminds me of Harry Potter for some reason :/ Weird. Also reminds me of bellboys. And maybe trains, and wagons and stations. People who carry stuff for you because you’re too dainty.

» Posted By Trish On 08.18.2012 @ 8:50 pm


A turbine is a wrap that goes around an Arab’s head. I actually know this is wrong but I cannot think of what a turbine is

» Posted By Trish On 07.09.2012 @ 11:34 am


I am tasting the sweetness of a mocha in the morning. Sitting in the uni library i procrastinate the work i have ahead of me today and listen to the frivolous girls in the corner gossiping and sharing secrets with the world. The taste of today is bittersweet.

» Posted By trish On 05.07.2012 @ 3:36 pm


the instrumental instrument that instrumented itself towards me in an instrumental fashion, was, indeed, an instrument itself. What instrument? i do not know…. what was it’s agenda?? Instrumentally instrumental in it’s advances i came to believe that this particular instrument was a male. And therefore an instrument that i have heard too much of.

» Posted By trish On 05.07.2012 @ 3:17 am


big, little, shiny, heavy, ladies like to wear them and match them to outfits or add something a little fun. can be a small shiny stud or a large round hoop more men are wearing them.

» Posted By trish On 04.17.2012 @ 1:33 pm


Our Town. A play. Thinking about the wrongs and the rights that you have done in your lofe. Would you go back and try and fix things?

Community. Working together. Having a common goal and getting there. Small town. I would love to live in a small town. With barbeques and church meetings. Ice cream socials. Friday night football.

» Posted By trish On 03.05.2012 @ 8:39 am


swear, I swear, I let out the fuck when I’m stressed. I tried so hard to be calm last night when you called, but I got upset and then I said fuck and blew my cool. Why am I upset with talking to you?

» Posted By Trish On 02.21.2012 @ 8:59 am


Takes lives, infects, and affects people drastically. Leaves. Animals. Venom. Danger. People. Intentions. Contagious.

» Posted By Trish On 08.22.2011 @ 7:17 am


Succession? Or success? Okay, my time is running out, but I refuse to write some success story thing. Because, well, I hate inspirational posters. Especially the ones with cats hanging from trees.

» Posted By Trish On 08.17.2011 @ 5:08 pm


songs are on this because you love them, and mistakes are made this way because you haven’t lean. they also say that doing this will bring perfection. i love to use it on my ipod.

» Posted By Trish On 08.16.2011 @ 6:06 pm


I go to the river looking for answers. Stepping into the shallow water along the bank, I can feel her wordless call pulling at my ankles. Why did she choose to end it like this? She never tells me in my room at night. I take a careful step deeper, the rocks mossy beneath my feet.

» Posted By trish On 08.12.2011 @ 3:46 am


There was a brickworks in our town once a long time ago, but all that’s left now is a pile of bricks. The adults would always tell us kids to stay away because it could be dangerous, which drove us there like flies. The first time Tucker kissed me, we were there.

» Posted By trish On 08.09.2011 @ 3:52 am


The thunder woke me last night and even before I opened my eyes, I knew Shiloh was there. She looked at me with her sad eyes and for the millionth time I felt so tiny. “It’s not your fault,” her voice always says. But every single time I think she’s wrong.

» Posted By trish On 07.27.2011 @ 4:11 am


On rainy days, Shiloh and I used to love to sit on the porch swing at my house, where we’d listen to the rain and watch for lightning. We’d wrap up in the yellow quilt my grandma made, our heads touching so our hair would mix together. I miss that. I miss her.

» Posted By trish On 07.26.2011 @ 5:30 am


“You look like a skeleton,” Shiloh said. “A stick. It’s not pretty, Ava. It’s not.” I think she was jealous. I was always the bigger girl. Not fat, but bigger. After working on Dade’s farm all summer, mucking out stalls and rounding up goats, I slimmed down. Shiloh hated that.

» Posted By trish On 07.24.2011 @ 6:10 am


I still have my ticket to the fair. Shiloh and I were going to go together and ride the spinning cups until we threw up, eat an obscene amount of cotton candy, and try to win goldfish. Then Tucker asked me and I said yes. I think everything is my fault.

» Posted By trish On 07.23.2011 @ 9:54 am


The light was fading, the sky streaked with violet and gold and rose, when Tucker told me he loved me. Me, Ava. Not Shiloh. Oh, how I loved him then with his sun-kissed skin and so-white teeth. Before things changed.

» Posted By trish On 07.22.2011 @ 4:33 am


I can’t help thinking sometimes about what it was like when Shiloh drowned. Was it easy? Was it violent? I ask her, but she wants me to join her, so I’m not sure she’s telling me the truth when she says she felt no pain at all. I miss the real her, though, so sometimes I think about doing it.

» Posted By Trish On 07.20.2011 @ 5:39 pm


addictive, stress reliever, expensive vice, bad odour, mint, buddy, yosi break, kasin, addiction

» Posted By trish On 07.17.2011 @ 12:24 am

When I found her later, Shiloh was smoking a cigarette. “Just one more thing you apparently didn’t know about me,” she said, blowing a perfect ring with the smoke. I wanted to apologize, but how do you apologize for your heart? And why should I have to be the one to apologize when Tucker wanted me?

» Posted By Trish On 07.15.2011 @ 11:54 am


“Take a bow, Ava,” Shiloh said to me, after Tucker had gone. “You finally got what you wanted. You knew I liked Tucker.” But I didn’t know. How could I have known when she hadn’t told me? She said I should have been able to see it in her face and hear it in her voice. But we never talked about him. Not once. I hate that it was over a boy.

» Posted By trish On 07.15.2011 @ 4:23 am


Shiloh’s grandma had a thick book on etiquette written by Emily Post. It was where she hid spare cash because she figured no one would actually read that book. Shiloh and I found the money. One day we took it and used it to buy Red Vines and Coke down at Nelson’s Variety. When she found out, she told us we were going to hell.

» Posted By trish On 07.14.2011 @ 5:23 am

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