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On her roller skates, she sped by everyone, hurtling through the streets faster than air. She continued to skate past the old houses she had lived near as a child, picking up speed until they became a mere blur in her mind.

» Posted By coriolis On 05.05.2010 @ 10:56 pm


Want, want, want. The word is filled with desire and greed and selfishness. Need is different; it takes what can be used in order to sustain itself, like a rose soaking in water. Want submerges that rose underwater until it becomes impossible to pull it back out again.

» Posted By coriolis On 07.22.2008 @ 2:02 pm


You deliberately avoided taking part in what we did next — making reperations, helping and aiding those we had aimed during those few short years — but you knew that you had to shoulder the blame as much as anyone else did. More, even, because everytime I saw you, that truth was reflected in your eyes.

» Posted By coriolis On 07.15.2008 @ 8:11 am

Villains aren’t the nighttime shadow creatures of the dark, shapeless and moving without sound. No, they are ourselves — and the thoughts that pool within the recesses of our minds, waiting to spring upon us at a susceptible moment.

» Posted By coriolis On 07.15.2008 @ 8:10 am


With deliberation, attack! Think! Dream! Move forward! That’s what I’d like to think. Sometimes, that isn’t quite how it turns out, but the search for that confidence is a wonderful thing in itself. Almost more than the actual result, methinks.

» Posted By coriolis On 07.15.2008 @ 7:19 am


On certain occasions, she found it pleasant to visit the seaside resort where she had once lived. She knew that it was a thing of trifles, and that there were no people of real importance to her there, but she still liked being there occasionally — sometimes to think, sometimes just to while away her day.

» Posted By coriolis On 07.14.2008 @ 6:34 am


Run is a song by the group Air. It’s creepy. Lots of echoey instumental effects and chanting in the background. However, when I hear the word “run”, my mind comes up with a very different impression–something like the feeling of soaring through sky with nothing there to pull you down.

» Posted By coriolis On 07.11.2008 @ 12:43 pm


I adore the sound of your voice in falling movements: the beat of a windchime, the grass against my feet, the rain in our hair. Like dew, it comes and goes in quick comprehension.

» Posted By coriolis On 01.01.1970 @ 12:00 am


“Are you anemic?” he asked, staring down at her.

“No. I don’t think so, at least,” she said, reflexively rubbing her fingers against the surface of his desk. “But I haven’t been getting much sleep.”

Outside, the sky was rose-pink, alight with the gold of the fading sun.

» Posted By coriolis On 07.10.2008 @ 6:41 am

A chrysalis is a bud opened. Like a flower with its petals unfurling, like people who haven’t realized enough about themselves. It’s a state for organisms to emerge from. I don’t really know what else to say about it besides that.

» Posted By coriolis On 07.09.2008 @ 8:04 am


“Frequent” was the word used for yesterday. When is the new word going to be up? To be honest, I wanted a chance to write about the mozzerella cheese I was just eating, because it has a delicious taste and texture. Some people find mozzerella plain, but I find it rich and subtle in all the right ways.

» Posted By coriolis On 07.08.2008 @ 6:55 am

Frequently, the amount of effort she put into her work ended up not mattering to anyone but herself. It was all concealed in piles at the bottom of her desk, wadded up in thick rags and striped bags, folded over and face down. Each sheet, written on and smudged with brio, ended up the exact same way.

» Posted By coriolis On 07.07.2008 @ 8:36 am


I wish I could forget the turmoils and troubles of everyday life, but if I did so, I’d lose the most important bits of my lifestyle as well. Without them, even the most wonderful things in the world would lose their shine as well.

» Posted By coriolis On 07.03.2008 @ 8:11 am


A stable is a place where you are locked in a 4×4 area, ground solid and directly underneath. It is a comfort, a refuge, a shelter. It is home: a place that can both ensnare and serve as solace, hold you and then deliver a steel-toed kick to the teeth.

» Posted By coriolis On 07.02.2008 @ 8:57 am

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