Comments Posted By all-shook-up

Displaying 1 To 15 Of 15 Comments

possibility

As they sat together on the sofa, looking out over the London skyline on their roof, the boy asked the girl, “Would you be willing to spend the rest of your days getting old and becoming senile with me?” The girl looked over to her mate, smiled and said, “It’s a possibility.”

» Posted By all-shook-up On 12.11.2010 @ 12:27 pm

affection

A single brush of a hand against her cheek and the child once suffering from insomnia finally reveled in a long sleep filled with sweet dreams.

» Posted By all-shook-up On 11.27.2010 @ 8:50 am

railroad

The desperadoes raced against the railroads, awaiting the opportune time to swing aboard the train and loot it for its worth.

» Posted By all-shook-up On 11.23.2010 @ 1:43 pm

magnet

The clown magnet up on the fridge. Why does it smile like that? Too-knowingly for my taste. A curve on one side, the other as if the grin was non-existent. I leave the room but I feel like it’s still staring at me.

» Posted By all-shook-up On 11.20.2010 @ 12:35 pm

junkyard

The man in the shadows. He was carrying something. “What was it?” I wondered. I followed him to the very junkyard I would dumb my trash. With one heavy toss, he threw away his waste and left. Just before I was going to leave myself, I heard some rustling from the bag. . . But I just let it pass. It’s not like it came from the trash bag.

» Posted By all-shook-up On 11.14.2010 @ 3:04 pm

The man in the shadows. He was carrying something. “What was it?” I wondered. I followed him to the very junkyard I would dumb my trash. With one heavy toss, he threw away his waste and left. Just before I was going to leave myself, I heard some rustling from the bag. . . But I just let it pass. It’s not like anything was alive in there. . .

» Posted By all-shook-up On 11.14.2010 @ 3:03 pm

materials

The art materials laid scattered about on the floor, she could smell the scent of paint wafting as she made her way into the art room. To others, the smell might have made them run. But to her, it was a second home.

» Posted By all-shook-up On 11.12.2010 @ 4:10 pm

helping

I guess this isn’t helping you : all the times I’ve walked by. With those posters, you’re making music, man. So I guess today I’ll sit down beside you, with a cardboard cutout of my own little piece of my heart in a poem. I love the faces of people passing by, they think, “what is she doing?” And in my heart I answer them, “Helping my brother.”

» Posted By all-shook-up On 11.10.2010 @ 2:45 pm

fangs

The fangs pierced her skin. She tried to run, but how could she? . . . The teeth were her own.

» Posted By all-shook-up On 10.31.2010 @ 9:23 pm

adventure

An adventure. Danger and glory! Fighting against all odds, discovering new worlds. This, my friends, is when legends are born, where they rise to a golden stand for all to see.

» Posted By all-shook-up On 10.31.2010 @ 8:55 am

missed

I loved you. I missed you. I liked you. I distanced myself from you because you distanced yourself from me. I sort of like you. I don’t care now. . .

I’m glad it’s over.

» Posted By all-shook-up On 10.28.2010 @ 2:23 pm

serene

I looked out the bay window to gaze at the serene garden. Sunflowers poked their heads on a sunny day. It was beautiful.

» Posted By all-shook-up On 10.26.2010 @ 12:42 pm

shore

At the shore, I can swim, I can feel the waves around me. I can feel the soft sands in my toenails. I can feel the wind in my hair. I can feel your presence. It’s awesome.

» Posted By all-shook-up On 10.25.2010 @ 1:26 pm

weeks

I don’t have enough weeks to decide this one troubling thought : are you only a friend, or do I love you?

I think the answer is clear : I love you.

» Posted By all-shook-up On 10.24.2010 @ 2:27 pm

microwave

heat

» Posted By all-shook-up On 10.22.2010 @ 8:38 pm

«« Back To Stats Page