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The cartridge was grey, almost bleak. Dust had collected on it from years, nay, decades, of no use. Sighing, I picked it up and rubbed the dust from its face, revealing a faded logo of some game. I placed it back.

» Posted By Audrey On 06.01.2017 @ 11:57 pm


He smiles when he sees me take a bite. The shadows flicker between us in the candle light.

“Thank you for the gift, darling.” A small napkin dabs the corner of my mouth and the tang of blood lingers, waiting to be washed down with wine.

» Posted By Audrey On 04.04.2017 @ 2:09 pm


I never really liked golf all that much. My godparents loved it and I would occasionally watch them play a game or two, but I’ve never tried it out myself. I don’t know why but I never had the urge to wither. I guess I’ll never really know if i like it.

» Posted By Audrey On 01.17.2017 @ 5:55 am


I slammed on the breaks–thank god I have a decent car that has an airbag. (And the bunny even lived in the end.)

» Posted By Audrey On 12.13.2016 @ 5:51 pm


What is this witchcraft? I asked myself as I stared at my computer screen. Somehow, my boyfriend was dating another girl–or at least if we’re counting instagram as a source.

» Posted By Audrey On 12.05.2016 @ 9:46 pm


The ultimate necessary evil. I never used to cry, but college and just life in general has pushed me further than I want to go–and the natural reaction is to cry.

» Posted By Audrey On 12.02.2016 @ 9:00 pm


I got a haircut a month or so ago and it’s weird because it’s simply an alteration of my hairstyle. The sides of my head don’t grow out much so I simply shaved it but it looks weird because now when I jump the top of my head which is pretty long looks like it’s flapping like a bird so when I run the shadow tends to look like I have trapped a small bird attempting to be free from my evil clutches that’s all.

» Posted By Audrey On 09.10.2016 @ 10:51 am


They always say–in organic chemistry–that molecules are named after structures, or rather, you can tell a molecule from it’s structure (duh). Well isn’t it the same with people? Can’t people’s names tell us their structures? No. That is stereotyping.

» Posted By Audrey On 08.10.2016 @ 8:04 pm


They told him the habit was unhealthy, that he needed to start a journal to write down all of his thoughts instead of drunk calling his girlfriend–who has a restraining order, by the way–at 2am every morning.

» Posted By Audrey On 06.16.2016 @ 3:54 pm


Suddenly, with a sinking feeling, he knew he was setup. There was no reasonable explanation . . . and did he just break into the science library? Yes. yes he did.

» Posted By Audrey On 06.13.2016 @ 3:13 pm


She took flight and suddenly there was a pathway in the air. It’s not possible but it was there–and she followed it. Suddenly, she was no longer on Earth, and she didn’t know how to get back. But she didn’t worry about it.

» Posted By Audrey On 06.12.2016 @ 11:20 am


I don’t enjoy crooks. They get away with things, and I don’t understand why their motivations are justified. They are selfish and cause problems for others, which wastes everyone’s time.

» Posted By Audrey On 06.09.2016 @ 8:49 am


I don’t know why but I’m jealous of everyone who sees you often, because I’m just 19. And I’m in college.

» Posted By Audrey On 06.07.2016 @ 1:51 pm


Turn around so you’re facing forward. 180 degrees and still looking in the wrong direction, turn your head down, away from the sky and look what’s facing you in front.

» Posted By Audrey On 03.25.2016 @ 1:18 pm


She revised and revised. Still it didn’t seem good enough. Her life was full of revisions. She wanted to just be and not have to constantly revise.

» Posted By Audrey On 10.21.2015 @ 12:08 pm


Are we all not prisoners in some form or another? We may be free of physical barriers, but we are prisoners of our thoughts, our actions, or our relationships.

» Posted By Audrey On 10.06.2015 @ 9:19 am


Cracked up. Cracked in the head. Cracked egg. It’s cracked. You’re cracked. Jimmy crack corn. When cracked, my heart can be mended. When broken in two, my heart can’t be mended.

» Posted By Audrey On 09.22.2015 @ 8:09 pm


the night lay opalescent as she dashed, top down, the freeway. the radio blaring a song she thought she knew the words to, as the city dashed past her. she was running, driving away. she couldn’t be this any more. she knew she wanted more.

» Posted By Audrey On 06.28.2015 @ 8:05 pm


the spherical instrument that provides the perfect image of the perfect world
or is it so perfect? perhaps not. But the little Prince was told to come here, was he not?
And speaking of the little prince, he covered his flower, his rose, his love with this, to ensure her safety from the wind.

» Posted By Audrey On 01.13.2015 @ 3:45 pm


sometimes the sky feels so small
i want my sight to go as far as a bird can fly
you told me about your garden, but it’s past where i can see

» Posted By audrey On 12.16.2014 @ 8:12 pm


I flung a headband at the sun to see if maybe my head could finally be in the clouds. I am bound to my mind, and that scares me because here, things are real, and daydreams fester and slowly wither away.

» Posted By Audrey On 12.08.2014 @ 2:10 pm



» Posted By audrey On 10.13.2014 @ 11:15 am

How I feel when I see students try to get away with stuff. How I feel when I see my children sing, dance, or use their imagination. How I feel when I am watching the latest episode of my favorite TV shows, Doctor Who and Project Runway.

» Posted By audrey On 10.13.2014 @ 11:15 am


Slow and steady wins the race.
Slow and steady.

So I am here. Turtling along at a steady pace.

Patience was never a virtue of mine.

» Posted By Audrey On 07.31.2014 @ 11:55 am


I can’t figure out what I’m doing here. I stare at the teacher. I stare at the board. The numbers are all twisting into a visual cacophony and the lecture is failing to rise about the machine whine in my ears.

» Posted By audrey On 10.20.2013 @ 2:48 pm


I watched through the heavy binoculars the rush of meat and muscle pour through the valley; grey-brown coats rippling with the exchange of sinew to sinew.

“A beauty isn’t it,” the tour guide remark from beneath his bushy, red mustache, “nature and her uncanny power.”

» Posted By audrey On 10.14.2013 @ 11:08 pm


The lines don’t match up. I stare from the scene to my paper. No. Something is off. I erase and erase but it’s all out of context, all off scale. Grotesque and wild and unreal.

» Posted By audrey On 10.12.2013 @ 6:22 am


Ahoy! Come along my friend. We have places to be. People to see. Things to feel. Things to learn yet, so we must go. Far away. As far as we can get, as wide as we can get. And then maybe we will be enough.

» Posted By audrey On 10.07.2013 @ 6:37 pm


What the hell? I know, it’s a bigger question than it seems. I wish I had an answer, but all I have is more questions. You don’t want to hear them, it’ll only complicate things. And maybe that’s the terrible part, maybe that’s the torture. What the hell? We will never know.

» Posted By audrey On 09.22.2013 @ 7:35 pm


The radio crackles with the far away buzz. Sad is it were, this buzzing, incoherent noise, but sadder still whatever lay beneath it. Whatever is going said but unheard, whatever exist beneath the radio’s deafening crackle, is lost forever. I will never know, can never know. And that is what is most heartbreaking of all.

» Posted By audrey On 09.21.2013 @ 9:46 pm

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