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exactly

His squinty little eyes popped as wide as they would go as he came to ‘his’ own self realization, “exactly!”. Slowly, he turned to me and pointed. “Precisely, m’dear. Oh, just wonderful! They shall be vanilla cakes with lime frosting and lily decorations to match!”

I forced a smile, reassuring him of his brilliance.

» Posted By Andraya On 01.01.2014 @ 9:08 pm

coma

I was born on December 13, 2003 on one of the most horrible winters days. I remember seeing branches flying past the windows and rain pelting down on the roof outside. I also remember the faces of joy, of ecstatic sadness, of relief and happiness surrounding where I lay. Now, you may ask me where I got these memories from because no infant can remember their birth. The thing is, I don’t remember my birth, or my childhood, or my teenage years, or being a father: I don’t remember being a year below 28.

I was born on December 13, 2003, the day I woke up from my three month long sleep: the coma from hell.

» Posted By Andraya On 12.22.2013 @ 12:40 am

celebrity

The nightclub was hot, sticky, and I felt on the verge of being claustrophobic. This was not my scene, whatsoever. As I stalked through the mass of dancers and ‘suave’ male peacocks, I noticed this face that I’d never seen in person, but yet, I recognized.

I realized exactly who he was once I accidentally knocked my elbow into his ribs, causing a series of domino reactions, one person struggling with their drinks after another- it was quite comical.

My god. It was Lawrence Bradly. I had just watched him on TV this morning… The only difference was he was drenched, and angry.

» Posted By Andraya On 12.19.2013 @ 10:51 pm

derailed

She was a sleek, dark green, stream-lined beauty, and every two weeks I’d come racing out at 4:04 pm to see her chug past my back yard. I’d do this like a ritual, like my religion. Every Friday afternoon she would whistle past me, like a barge on wheels. Always on time, never a second too soon.

Until August 21st, 1993.

» Posted By andraya On 12.18.2013 @ 11:03 pm

commissioned

Commissioned;

You know when you see a word, and you know what it means, but not quite?

Yes.

Commissioned is one of those words. One of those words where you’d proudly use it in a sentence, but find it difficult to give a definition to a snooty intellect who questions the way you wielded it. One of those words that can make you smart in the right crowd, and a fool in the wrong. One of those words that you didn’t think you had much to write about, but ended up filling a minute with ramshackle sentences pieced together by the theme of uncertainty.

» Posted By Andraya On 12.17.2013 @ 12:39 am

You know when you see a word, and you know what it means, but not quite?

Yes.

Commissioned is one of those words. One of those words where you’d proudly use it in a sentence, but find it difficult to give a definition to a snooty intellect who questions the way you wielded it. One of those words that can make you smart in the right crowd, and a fool in the wrong. One of those words that you didn’t think you had much to write about, but ended up filling a minute with ramshackle sentences pieced together by the theme of uncertainty.

» Posted By andraya On 12.17.2013 @ 12:12 am

wreath

The lights flickered slightly, then were off. Frustrated, he pulled the cord out of the wall and pushed it back again, haphazardly. This time, they flickered and stayed, just for a second, then went off. Now, dad wasn’t a ‘grab me a saw and chop down some trees to build me a house’, kind of man, and he knew this. Not being able to figure out a simple electricity circuit on the Christmas lights really made him feel less of a father, or a ‘man’, that he was.

He looked up at us, back at the tree, then back at us, and smiled. “It’s just a different kind of tree this year.”

“Dad it looks stupid. I said, throwing down the garland wreath in my hands and crossing my arms, “you seriously think this is okay? DAAAD, Patricia Liversworth has a tree 20 feet high with a hundred different coloured lights! What am I going to do if she comes over, huh??”

» Posted By andraya On 12.15.2013 @ 11:51 pm

ombre

This wasn’t the first time she’d gone through with it. It was instinctual, satisfying, overwhelming so much that she craved another. A new look, a new feeling, a new person.

» Posted By andraya On 12.13.2013 @ 11:43 pm

colonel

Back when the trees still had thick bark and the rivers did not run red, when the sky stayed it’s lasting blue and the night felt like a dance- this is what I remember as being human. Not this slag of a town, with it’s buckets of shit and barrels of cheap wine. I remember when I’d ride miles upon miles of grass without seeing a brick or a lane or girls with dead eyes and pale lips.

» Posted By andraya On 12.11.2013 @ 11:46 pm

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