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meow

“Mrow.” My cousin crept up behind me, lovingly–or was it tauntingly?–scratching my back like a kitten would play with a mouse. I jumped a little and tried to move away, but he followed along behind. “I’m a kitty cat!”
Quickly, I turned around and picked up the little tyke, holding one of his hands so he wouldn’t paw at me anymore. “Kitty cat is in trouble.” I stuck out my tongue at him and ruffled his hair. “Let’s go get some ice cream.”
“Meow!”

» Posted By redpinkandwhite On 07.22.2013 @ 11:45 am

polite

Nodding his head, she graciously handed him his food. Her touch was light, and her long fingers wrapped around the tea cup like a vine of flowers. Her hair was tied up on her head, and a red shirt–his favorite color–was underneath her flowery apron. Even with mismatched shoes and dirty black pants, she still seemed to glow with an ethereal light and an unchanging happiness.
“Thank you,” he whispered, hoping his eyes and look could communicate everything he could never say. He glanced down at his food before turning to look back at her. “What–what is your name?”
“Lisa.” She smiled at him.
His heart did a flip. “Thank you, Lisa.”

» Posted By redpinkandwhite On 07.19.2013 @ 11:23 pm

raven

Black wings swooped in the air, slowly trailing the air around its sleek wings and lifting the thin, small body from the ground. A small bush beneath it ruffled slightly, and the sand stirred from its lazy sleep only to settle comfortably once more.
“The power of physics at work.” The professor nodded his head, and the students gazed on in amazement.

» Posted By redpinkandwhite On 07.14.2013 @ 11:01 pm

derived

“You see, when your mother and I got together, we became a family. And, we derived you from our integration.”
She had a Calculus professor for a father, and even at two years old she knew that she was going to have an interesting life.

» Posted By redpinkandwhite On 07.10.2013 @ 8:43 pm

delight

Hours and hours, days on end, waiting in the blackness. She couldn’t feel her own emotions, so she wasn’t happy, she couldn’t be.
But, the second that he showed up–safe, warm, and alive from his flight–that happiness returned. Like a pitcher of emotion pouring back into her body, she was safe. Warm. Alive.

» Posted By redpinkandwhite On 07.09.2013 @ 8:26 am

god

Oh, gods. Every time I see this word, my breath sticks in my throat like peanut butter. My mouth is as dry as the Sahara, and my eyes want to pop out of their sockets. Not that I didn’t believe in a God–no, I believed that God was real. It was, however, what I had done in the church that made me want to shrivel and die. She was really hot, I was really young, and the pews were highly uncomfortable.
(Don’t take offense! Please.)

» Posted By redpinkandwhite On 07.01.2013 @ 11:39 pm

decoy

He didn’t mean to destroy the vase. His friends had been partying, and invited one too many people over. The shoulder-height shelf was just in the reach of his friend’s arm. So, he set up a decoy. He spread the shards out across the ground and sprinkled some of the dust from the pot on the dog. Now it looked like the dog had knocked over the vase.
It wasn’t until his parents came home that he realized–the shelf was placed too high. His dog couldn’t reach up that high. His parents grounded him, and he realized that he deserved it.

» Posted By redpinkandwhite On 06.27.2013 @ 8:24 pm

blamed

I am not one to be blamed. Lowest on the totem pole, trying to reach up closer to my dreams, I am certainly not the one who caused the whole pole to fall. But, when my boss decided to cut down the pole, sawing through the wood as fast as his wobbling arms would move, I was the one blamed. I couldn’t do my job right, and it just wasn’t worth it.

» Posted By redpinkandwhite On 06.26.2013 @ 9:21 am

arthritis

His gnarled, twisted hands gently touched hers. A small tear slid down her cheek, and the doctor continued.
He knew that it was tough for her to have to help him with little things because of his arthritis–having to reach up to the top shelf to get him his daily applesauce or to reach up to grab his shirts–but she always did it every day without complaint. It was one of the reasons that he had married her in the first place–her dependability.
And, now the doctor was telling her that she was going to be debilitated by a horrible curse. Alzheimer’s. Without another word, the doctor turned and left. She collapsed into my arms, and began to cry. Just like she had done when they told us about my crippling arthritis that would make it impossible for me to even clothe myself.
But, no matter how sad the news was, there was no way I could ever cry. For I knew that her love had helped me grow and improve as a man. And, now it was her turn.
I would do whatever it takes to make sure that she will not lose her memory of us. And to help her grow.

» Posted By redpinkandwhite On 06.24.2013 @ 1:33 pm

shells

Beautiful blue sea shells rested on the glass pane, a treasure resting in a case of memories. He pulled out the delicate piece and caressed the outer surface. It was smooth, but rough where the jagged shell had broken off. She had stepped on it when she first found it, and a part of it had broken off.
He smiled, and began to feel the inside. Unlike the smooth outer shell, it was bumpy, rough, and plain. Black specks were splattered across the soil of the cusp.
His face fell, and he put the shell back into the case. He closed the glass door, but lingered. He traced the edges of the shell, and looked for just a little while longer.
There was a reason why he kept it in his box of memories, and not with him.

» Posted By redpinkandwhite On 06.20.2013 @ 8:29 am

tumble

The green hill tumbled around her, tossing and turning. Suddenly, it was above her, and now it was below, and it was above again.
She fell down, faster, faster, and faster.
Then, she stopped, slamming into something large and thick. Her head swam as she pulled herself up off of the ground and faced her hero. A small child, wrapped up in a padded suit, greeted her with a smile. She smiled back, and helped him up into a sitting position.
She pulled him into a hug.
“Thank you.”

» Posted By redpinkandwhite On 06.18.2013 @ 7:09 pm

pairs

The two twins sat together, exactly like the other twins around them. Five other twin pairs were sitting at their same table, eating the same food, and wearing the same clothes. They felt like they were all the same, yet they felt so alone.
“Kaylee,” one of the twins whispered, grabbing her sibling’s hand and squeezing it, “I don’t want to be here anymore.”
“Me either,” the other replied at the same volume and squeezed back.
“Let’s leave.”
“Agreed.”

» Posted By redpinkandwhite On 06.17.2013 @ 5:08 pm

strung

Hanging over the edge, there was nothing but a string between her and the fall that would bring her death. The pit dropped endlessly down into a raging river–the echoes of the roaring waves jumped up to her–that would carry away her body and shatter her bones in seconds. She would be a ragdoll in that raging water.
All she had to do was put one foot in front of the other, and stay balanced on the razor-thin wire. And stay balanced.
And…

» Posted By redpinkandwhite On 06.16.2013 @ 6:26 pm

wrath

With the button in her hand, she had complete control. One press, and all of the stress in her life, the one man that had made her life the living horrible hell, disappear. She would have nothing more to worry about–her life would be happier and she would be free.
But, if she pressed it, she knew she would bring immeasurable sadness to her mother. Though she hated him with the greatest passion she had ever been able to conjure in her short years, could she sentence her mother to years of grieving over it? What kind of a person would she be if she did this?
So, what did she do?

» Posted By redpinkandwhite On 06.13.2013 @ 9:36 pm

flee

The squirrel, poised at the head of the log, stares down at the dog. She’s stock still–holding, waiting for that perfect moment to strike. The sun shines down on them, one fleck of light just close enough to her eyes to blind her. The squirrel notices, and slowly moves back. The dog falls straight for the trap. She’s blinded in her left eye, and blinks just long enough for the squirrel to flee to safety.
At least, until it begins this game again.

» Posted By redpinkandwhite On 06.12.2013 @ 3:27 pm

fools

“We are all fools in love.”
——
The two bodies rush toward one another, holding onto anything they can grab, and holding close. Just a few more seconds and they would have been lost forever. Just a few more touches and they will be.Together.
——-
She holds the broken rose away from her, trying to pick the petals up off of the ground, Bruised, shredded, and dirty, she tries to wipe off the fragile pieces, but they are permanently stained. She gathers them all together, places them in a small pile, and sets the severed rose stem next to it. She promises herself she is done with him. She promises that she won’t see him again. She promises that she can fix the broken rose.
She pulls the necklace he had given her closer to her heart, and a silver tear slips down her face. Promises were always made to be broken.

» Posted By redpinkandwhite On 06.09.2013 @ 10:04 pm

homeless

With the darkness of the town pressing down on him like a wet blanket, he curled up closer to the light pole. Decked out in a suit, golden jewelry, and a leather jacket, he was juxtaposed to the dirty, raunchy buildings surrounding him. Without another word, a bus pulls out in front of him, and he primped his perfect hair for another moment.
He surely didn’t seem the hobo, but coming home to a large mansion with nothing but heartless machines and objects was worse than sitting on the street, having to beg for money. At least as a man on the street, he can be shown kindness and compassion, even if only for a moment. The rich man is always homeless.

» Posted By redpinkandwhite On 06.03.2013 @ 6:42 pm

barren

Like the mighty desert surrounding her, she felt barren. Dry. Lifeless. Dead. With no water there to console her.
She clutched her stomach as dribbles of tears rolled down her face. What was wrong with her?

» Posted By redpinkandwhite On 05.31.2013 @ 1:50 pm

spilled

The white liquid began to spread like a typhoon running along the bottom of the water, skimming around the clear liquid almost as if they were strangers in passing. They hardly contact and slide right by one another.
“And this, class, is how a precipitate is formed.”

» Posted By redpinkandwhite On 05.25.2013 @ 7:23 pm

stratosphere

“We can’t make it, Captain. We can’t make it.”
“Hold it steady, boys. It’ll only take a few strokes, and she’ll be free.”
“No, Cap. I canne hold it no longer!”
The Captain yanked the wooden rudder from the man’s hands and held firmly. Their pirate ship was nearly into the stratosphere.

» Posted By redpinkandwhite On 05.24.2013 @ 7:59 pm

clout

His heart was slowing.
As she pressed her head to his chest, she could feel the heavy breaths decreasing down to a breath, then a low whisper, then a huff, then short breaths. It was over.
She took a deep breath, and lifted her head. The clot had done its work. He was done.
She wondered just how the American people would take the death of their mighty leader.

» Posted By redpinkandwhite On 05.23.2013 @ 8:41 pm

casting

The line slunk out across the desert, bobbing and rolling through the waves like a spider caught in a wave. A small, red fish, barely visible beneath the rolling yellow sands, swims up underneath the bob and bites. He reels back the line, pulling and tugging against the impossibly strong fish. He was going to have fish tonight.

» Posted By redpinkandwhite On 05.21.2013 @ 10:01 pm

stories

As we stood in the audience, listening to the horrible speech, the screams of the people echoing through the rooms, I felt the stories dance around me. Murders, genocides, loss, pain, rebounding around. It jabbed at my skin, making my arms prickle, tears threatening to fall, pictures of mothers being ripped from their children and of fathers leaving their families behind, of children being tortured, of women being raped, of men being stabbed, and I couldn’t take it anymore. I left.

» Posted By redpinkandwhite On 05.06.2013 @ 7:34 pm

simplify

He sat before her, on the chair, as the rain pounded out from behind them. Music, in the background, gently danced and moved around them. His hair, tousled and simple, was perfect under the light of the muffled sun. His skin was glowing, and his eyes were shining. She couldn’t think of any other simply perfect moment.

» Posted By redpinkandwhite On 05.08.2013 @ 1:32 pm

ensue

After the death of her father, she couldn’t take it anymore. Storming into his building, clomping up his stairs, slamming open his door, and cocking his gun, she held the barrel up against his head.
“You have already raped me, hurt my family, and killed my father. What more do you want?”
“Nothing,” he replied, calmly removing the gun from her shaking hands and pressing her up against the desk. “Nothing but what I have already claimed as mine.”
With that, his bittersweet lips were pressed against hers.

» Posted By redpinkandwhite On 04.30.2013 @ 5:10 pm

magenta

The color slowly seeped into the floor, staining the wonderful blue rug a horrible pink color. She screamed in horror, leaping to try and save what color she could. The man, the one who had spilled the liquid across the floor, shrugged indifferently; pink was a color and he didn’t mind it on the rug.
Another day in their household.

» Posted By redpinkandwhite On 04.21.2013 @ 10:10 pm

leverage

My eyes couldn’t stop looking. As his hand slowly traveled up her skirt, as he pushed her down onto an old, rusty bed, as the horrible, dirty mattress buckled beneath her. It was all that we needed to get this case done. He would get the information soon, and we would be done with her. Leave her cold and defenseless on the floor. Sometimes, I thought, we need to do what has to be done. And nothing more.
But was it worth all of the pain and suffering? Leverage. Leverage is what we needed. And that was what we would get.

» Posted By redpinkandwhite On 04.15.2013 @ 11:14 pm

The blue sky was covered in soot and ash. Everything that had once been the joy and happiness of the town was now covered in rubble, and blood. There was so much blood.
The people start to scream. Another sound, just as loud as before, came from someplace close, but far away. Ash and dirt stream through my lungs, threatening and choking me. Flames, short and weak, were gone within minutes, but the damage lives for far longer.
The bombs. Who were they meant for? Why did it happen? What did it all mean?
The only answer I could think of, as I heard the moans of the maimed around me, of the others screaming in pain, of the families finding people injured or dead, of the terror hanging in the air like the thick cloud of smoke:
Leverage.

» Posted By redpinkandwhite On 04.15.2013 @ 11:11 pm

His hands pressed against mine, and I couldn’t help the bile rising in my throat. A blade was pressed to my son’s neck, just inches from taking his life away.
“Just a few more minutes. The people around here don’t need to know what’s going on. We are just a happy couple on vacation. Get the information. In and out. Then, your son is free.”

» Posted By redpinkandwhite On 04.15.2013 @ 11:04 pm

punished

The chains wrapped up and around her legs, like snakes writhing all across her skin. A fiery sensation crept up her body, like the licks of thousands of flames. She twisted and turned, trying to break free from the smelly, dirty mess, but she couldn’t escape its clutches. No one could.

» Posted By redpinkandwhite On 04.07.2013 @ 9:08 pm

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