Comments Posted By emmystrange

Displaying 1 To 30 Of 93 Comments

juvenile

Inside she still felt fifteen when she was near him, though now they had their inside jokes and years of life together. His presence made her feel young and awkward and excited every day.

» Posted By emmystrange On 03.04.2014 @ 8:45 am

native

She stared in the mirror, searching through time. Under her porcelain skin, would her high cheekbones, the curve of her chin, her nose, be enough to tell the world the story she knew so well? The story of great grandmothers carrying babies along the trail of tears or of her own grandmother, sent away from Oklahoma on a bus to escape her father, the epitome of the drunken native. Would they see?

» Posted By emmystrange On 01.22.2014 @ 11:30 am

harm

It wasn’t the things he did that hurt, it was the things he didn’t do. The silences, the emptiness that felt like ballast dragging her to the bottom. She found herself jealous of women whose men punched holes in walls, at least they had proof that something was amiss.

» Posted By emmystrange On 01.16.2014 @ 10:36 am

sundried

She had the lost look of a woman who’d long ago stopped making decisions for herself, like someone who’d let guys with beer guts drive her around on the back of their bikes. To him she was just a worn out shell, just waiting to get blown away. So when she offered him a sandwich with sundried tomato aoli, he felt a little ashamed.

» Posted By emmystrange On 08.08.2013 @ 11:31 am

dot

As the night wrapped around her like a shawl, she wondered if she even still existed. Sometimes without the sun to light her up she was sure she would fade away until nothing remained but a dot that used to be sad.

» Posted By emmystrange On 07.25.2013 @ 9:12 pm

irreverent

They weren’t bad girls, not like the girls who smoked and let the boys walk them to their cars. They had standards and a code. They weren’t afraid to call a spade a spade, a loser a loser, or a God by his first name.

» Posted By emmystrange On 07.23.2013 @ 11:32 am

beware

The sea is dark tonight and full of magic. It will call your name, crashing syllables upon the sand. You must not listen. Beware, the sea is a cold, cruel mistress.

» Posted By emmystrange On 03.20.2013 @ 12:15 pm

pained

Her face didn’t move for several seconds, seconds which seemed like eons in which every lie and omission was weighed and he was found wanting. Her pained cry was stifled by one word, “why?”

» Posted By emmystrange On 03.20.2013 @ 10:41 am

truth

Can we ever know what is happening behind our lover’s eyes or know for certain where we stand? In love, can there be room for truth?

» Posted By emmystrange On 03.18.2013 @ 1:57 pm

grasped

As we walked along the beach, watching sand and snow and ice co-mingle, I noticed the dead mallard, barely a bird anymore. it was then that I grasped the true beauty of the day

» Posted By emmystrange On 02.19.2013 @ 2:43 pm

dysfunctional

“But it all works! We laugh. We love. We falter, yes, but you fit so well, here with your head on my chest.’
“But the doctor says…”
“The doctor doesn’t get paid when you’re happy”

» Posted By emmystrange On 09.13.2012 @ 7:24 am

towers

On this day of all days. remember, reminding, remaining, rebounding. Towers go up, towers go down, empires built and destroyed.

» Posted By emmystrange On 09.11.2012 @ 12:48 pm

assaults

In the battle of mudslinging, we all ended up filthy. The assaults on each other leading only to more discord and every one of us feeling dirty.

» Posted By emmystrange On 08.07.2012 @ 11:56 am

railroad

The movement of the train reminds her of swimming in choppy water, bouncing slightly, moving in all directions at once. Getting on was letting go and she’s given everything over to the motion of the railroad.

» Posted By emmystrange On 07.03.2012 @ 11:21 am

pastel

She hated the way they broke in her hand, just when she started to get everything looking just right. the joy of the pastel, however, was in the smudging, turning lines into shadows and shadows into dreams.

» Posted By emmystrange On 03.17.2012 @ 3:04 pm

pattern

she woke up with the texture of his sweater imprinted on her face and wondered whether this was love. It felt somehow wrong, since he wasn’t wearing it at the time, but he always left parts of himself behind, it was his pattern.

» Posted By emmystrange On 03.15.2012 @ 4:18 pm

crisp

He described his food with such a love of it and the language that she wished she could have been inside his mouth at the moment when spicy and savory, tender and crisp came together to make him smile.

» Posted By emmystrange On 01.13.2012 @ 1:18 pm

sparkling

There is nothing in my head but dreams of you by the ocean, your smile reflecting the sun’s setting rays. I wondered which of you was more dazzling, your smile sparkling in the coming twilight, as I worried about the time when your love, like the sun, would disappear behind the horizon.

» Posted By emmystrange On 01.11.2012 @ 2:25 pm

bridge

The river holds secrets that only the fish and the swimmers know. I have tasted its waters and hid beneath its depths, surfacing only to watch the cars on the bridge and wonder where they are headed that could possibly beat this.

» Posted By emmystrange On 12.30.2011 @ 11:36 am

cactus

She was wrong to think of it as barren, for even in the dust and dryness she found that life chose to thrive. She would call her son Saguaro, after the cactus, to pay homage to his will to survive.

» Posted By emmystrange On 12.30.2011 @ 7:50 am

fireplace

She was never one for the sweet sentimentality of the holiday, chestnuts roasting and pretending to like her family, but even Ms. Grinch had to admit there was something hypnotic about watching the wrapping paper burn in the fireplace

» Posted By emmystrange On 12.23.2011 @ 12:06 pm

stable

Our life is a balancing act. You act, I react– often not equally or in opposition. Your love throws me off balance when all I long for is your strength to keep me stable.

» Posted By emmystrange On 12.02.2011 @ 4:04 pm

dim

In the light of her room she examined him. His body was like a work of art, chiseled and nearly perfect. His face more beautiful than any man she had ever known. She prayed that he would stay asleep as she left, so she could forget that the candles were brighter than he was.

» Posted By emmystrange On 11.28.2011 @ 1:44 pm

left

She walked along the path to the beach, and noticed that a small passageway had appeared by the bottom of the fence on the left hand side. She remembered that long ago she had gone down that path before and gone on wild adventures. She was heartbroken, when she returned to discover that no one realized she left.

» Posted By emmystrange On 11.15.2011 @ 12:57 pm

orchestra

The tension in the air between them reminds her of the moment before an overture begins, just after the lights have gone down, no one breathing, so filled with anticipation. She wishes the maestro would make his move, so she could make hers.

» Posted By emmystrange On 11.14.2011 @ 12:25 pm

positively

You are here in my life for a reason, that’s what I tell myself when I wish you would go away. You push so hard, working to make me stronger, better, happier, and while in the long run I know this will impact me positively, some times I wish you would just take me as I am.

» Posted By emmystrange On 11.10.2011 @ 1:23 pm

patent

As a child, she loved to dress up. A dress with a poofy skirt, white gloves and black patent leather shoes could transform a day from dreary to magic and a dirty little tomboy into the toast of the town.

» Posted By emmystrange On 11.08.2011 @ 11:55 am

autumn

The summer’s end felt like death and the crunch of leaves beneath their feet sounded like the ticking of the countdown clock; so they held each other closely and whispered stories about the spring.

» Posted By emmystrange On 11.07.2011 @ 2:38 pm

downpour

There wasn’t enough time to bring in the decorations, we barely saved the food. The bride started to cry as the tent sagged under the weight of all that water, but I chose to dance in the rain and make love to the downpour.

» Posted By emmystrange On 11.04.2011 @ 12:48 pm

combination

There was a chill in the air that permaeated even the thickest layers. She just wanted to curl up and sleep, but he wouldn’t let her go, not just yet. She hadn’t tried his cure for the cold, hot cocoa and liquor, the perfect combination.

» Posted By emmystrange On 11.03.2011 @ 1:06 pm

 Page 1 of 4  1  2  3  4  » 
«« Back To Stats Page