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I’d prefer tea over coffee. Coffee really jacks me up. If I have food with it I’m bouncing off the walls, and if I have no food with it, I get anxious and jittering and want to slow down but can’t. It’s like I’m stuck on a treadmill. I’d prefer to drink a tall mug of tea with an alluring book and tantalizing scone.
» Posted By mr marshall On 10.25.2015 @ 10:59 pm
I’d prefer to tea to coffee. Coffee really jacks me up. If I have food with it I’m bouncing off the walls, and if I have no food with it, I get anxious and jittering and want to do a thousand pushups and run a mile all at the same time. I’d prefer to drink a tall mug of tea with an alluring book and tantalizing scone.
» Posted By mr marshall On 10.25.2015 @ 10:58 pm
I don’t know what this word means. It kinda of sounds like duck and so perhaps I’ll write about a duck. But I think what’s funny is people see and hear what they want. Even these posts sometimes are twisted into what the writer needs to write. It’s a beautiful thing
» Posted By mr marshall On 06.19.2014 @ 1:09 am
My older brother cornered me in the dining room. He was trying to horse around, but he did a little too much of that when we were growing up. When I started wrestling in high school he would go from 0 to 100 if I touched him. It is five years later and he started working out so he thinks he’s the man. I told him if he got any closer he’d regret it…
» Posted By mr marshall On 06.16.2014 @ 11:34 am
My first thought was of a clock tower. I just got a new watch. I am not much of a watch guy, but I figured since I am growing older its best I actually grow up. Ha ha. My dad says I need to get a real job and stop bussing tables at the local burger joint–dont get me wrong he knows im working hard and supports me and stuff. But for God’s sake I am 20 years old. He says back in his day he was with a fulltime company climbing the social ladder to make a lot of money so he can buy the shirt im wearing now
» Posted By mr marshall On 06.12.2014 @ 9:54 pm
The poppy field were in full bloom. The gray, tired man walk through it looking up at the soft blue sky. How could something so beautiful and uniform come from something so ugly and chaotic?
» Posted By mr marshall On 03.26.2014 @ 9:17 am
I disappeared in a flash, there was no cloud of smoke though. It was like I was being sucked into myself, like a vacuum, like I was falling into myself. I was the big bang and within the confines of my intellect I created a universe that is my reality that which no one understands because I disappeared.
» Posted By mr marshall On 02.12.2014 @ 1:08 pm
Knee jerk reaction. I watched the guy slide against the pavement on his skateboard when the friction of the road gives out. It’s called a powerslide. Sometimes it’s intentional sometimes it’s not. His wasn’t–I’ve been there many a time and felt my heart skip a beat
» Posted By mr marshall On 11.13.2013 @ 11:46 pm
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the eastern shore is filled with white sand because the sun always rises in the east and the light given off by the sun at the crack of dawn is unique something–some perfect combination of salt and water and sand and light and all these chemicals and bondings and things of that nature combine to create the softest, whitest sand you ever did see. People from all across the world come to experience this beach and namely the white sand.
I was fortunate enough to live within a 10 minute walk of this beach growing up as a child. One day when I was visiting home I decided to take a walk down to the beach. It was winter and surely no one would be there. The sand is still gorgeous in the winter but it still is a beach and doesn’t receive too many visitors in the colder months. I walked there to clear my head, gather my thoughts, be alone. To my surprise I saw a beautiful girl sitting on the miniature white sand dunes kissed by the wind crouched in a ball of blankets and sweatshirts. She turned and smiled at me. I was blown away–her beauty was unmatched, so pure and vivid. Her face was brighter and more serene than the famous sand itself.
Who was this girl, I’ll never know…
» Posted By mr marshall On 11.05.2013 @ 12:13 am