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peripheral

“Not again!” I cried.
Another man came up just in my peripheral vision, so I kicked him in the head. I heard a thud and he was lying on the ground.
“You’re crazy!” the other man exclaimed.

» Posted By Simone On 03.13.2016 @ 8:46 pm

All I could see was the trees in the forest. But in my peripheral vision I saw a man come up to me. I hit him in the nuts and he doubled over in pain.
“Why did you do that?” he asked.
I shrugged.

» Posted By Simone On 03.13.2016 @ 8:43 pm

longing

It’s not just the time.

Or even the years.

It’s every minute, second, pause, breath …

Every single one where I see the possibilities …

and you’re right at the tip of my fingertips.

» Posted By Simone On 08.17.2015 @ 2:38 pm

flour

Pasta. Cake. A beautiful cheese sauce.

Have you ever known the wonder of flour in its many forms?

I have. It’s my tickled delight – every finger passing through floured counters for bread, pans made ready for baked joy.

Flour – you had me at hello.

» Posted By Simone On 08.10.2015 @ 3:46 pm

stolen

We think of tangible items that can be taken or stolen from an individual. We claim possession of things – at times – even of concepts.

My heart has been stolen a time or two – my youth was stolen in one fatal and complete moment.

Stolen knows no bounds.

» Posted By Simone On 08.09.2015 @ 9:23 pm

moonshine

I look at the bottle of moonshine, I reminds me of us.
– Hazel.

» Posted By simone On 11.10.2014 @ 3:19 pm

stood

the white lace dress wasn’t just a mere remnant of the wedding. it was the memories that never happened. it was the kisses never received. it was the counterpart to the tuxedo that her fiancé never wore. it stood for love and loss.

» Posted By simone On 09.30.2014 @ 3:46 pm

discovering

There was something wonderful about discovering the true ease with which they could sit across from each other at a coffee shop and talk about nothing and everything while the hours swam lazily by. She had never imagined it might come to fruition, that her inexplicable crush would manifest itself into something so sweet and so seemingly…perfect.

» Posted By Simone On 08.11.2014 @ 10:50 pm

deserved

It was more than she deserved, she knew that. The dark purple fabric of the skirt swished as she twirled for herself in the mirror, the light of the reflective fibers scintillatingly beautiful.

Her aunt must have spent a thousand dollars on this piece of textile art…

» Posted By Simone On 08.10.2014 @ 6:15 pm

radius

The radius of the circle was a whole number, making the problem simple enough for an Algebra 1 student. I glanced up from my test, suspicious, to steal a quick glance at my teacher. I wanted to see if he was testing me on something other than formulas from middle school math classes–was it a trick question? He looked perfectly innocent, so I returned to frowning at problem number 9.

» Posted By Simone On 08.06.2014 @ 10:54 pm

cutlery

The silvery cutlery gleamed in the light from the setting sun, making the sparkling place settings look glitzy and prepared for the next afternoon’s event. But right now, every table was empty but for the anticipatory forks and napkins folded into graceful swans.

» Posted By Simone On 08.04.2014 @ 9:32 pm

allowed

I allowed myself to sink into him and focus on the feeling. I turned away all of the memories and awkwardness and that strange feeling of kissing someone you never thought you would. I let myself feel safe around him in a way that was completely new, even though we’d known each other so long.

» Posted By Simone On 08.03.2014 @ 8:39 pm

turtle

I looked down at his socks, which were of course covered in a sea turtle print.

“It’s Turtle Tuesday!” he exclaimed as he noticed me looking.

Of all things to consistently remember or forget…he never missed a Turtle Tuesday with those ridiculous socks.

» Posted By Simone On 07.31.2014 @ 9:15 pm

delighted

“I’m just delighted to meet you!” she exclaimed, pumping my hand and never breaking eye contact. I was happy to have made such a good impression already.

“You’ll start Monday, if that’s all right with you?” She tacks on the question at the end of her statement in a way that makes me feel like she’s not used to being so assertive.

» Posted By Simone On 07.15.2014 @ 9:49 pm

decadence

new york: bright lights, big city. it was her 3rd time traveling there. going on an airplane was a decadence in itself. she hadn’t seen the skyline since february of 2011, when the air was brisk and the concrete sidewalks were shrouded in yellow snow.

» Posted By simone On 06.10.2014 @ 11:52 pm

coil

The snakes coil over my skin, caressing, squeezing. I can feel the life spilling out of me. My breaths grow shorter, more acute. The need for air consumes me. And suddenly, i am no more.

» Posted By simone On 05.22.2014 @ 1:50 pm

declined

She declined politely the first few times, and managed a tight little smile.

By the fifth try, she was starting to become annoyed at her suitors.

“Let me buy you a drink!” They all said the same thing…

» Posted By Simone On 04.04.2014 @ 5:26 pm

forefront

She stood at the forefront of the crowd, scanning anxiously across the room for the one person she was hoping to see, while admonishing herself for that same hope.

There was no way he would be here…but he knew that she would be, and so therefore there was a way. A small way…

» Posted By Simone On 03.17.2014 @ 11:04 pm

improv

When we write the words flow out of our minds and through our fingers with some kinetic, indescribable energy. When our inner thoughts reveal themselves there is no way to articulate how they formed or where the inspiration stemmed. We just know that there is joy in its rawness and purity.

» Posted By Simone On 12.10.2013 @ 6:34 pm

meanwhile

The young girl sat typing away furiously at the wooden table of the cafe. The words came frequently while she pounded at her computer. Her words exuded dreams of foreign and exotic places. She also dreamed about her family an ocean away. When her wandering mind quieted and she peered up, the man, sultry in the corner, was peering over with curious eyes.

‘Was he dreaming of her?’ she wondered.

Meanwhile, the man was thinking…

» Posted By Simone On 12.08.2013 @ 6:07 pm

ferry

As we rode out with the city scape of Manhattan and the backdrop of yellow-illuminated clouds, I couldn’t help but think about the meaning of happiness. Because this — this scene that I’d envisioned only in my dreams — seems to exceed any definition, however fleeting.

» Posted By Simone On 11.25.2013 @ 7:46 pm

irreverent

Irreverent thoughts are irrelevant and simply scrutinize the vast expanse of our capacity as human beans and non human beans. boo. but nature has it’s ways to disguise serious inklings with a dissemblance of much appreciated hilarity.

» Posted By Simone On 11.19.2013 @ 5:11 pm

sandcastle

It felt like my entire imagination had come to life before my eyes. The tower was growing, higher and higher, and I all wanted to do was crawl inside my childhood dreams, but the water crept up like a tornado on the horizon as I watched with a tick of fear.

» Posted By Simone On 11.18.2013 @ 11:18 pm

canopy

My legs hung long and low off the sides while Elizabeth Dickens’s great words sat comfortable on my lap. The air smelled fresh and safe from pollution. It was Laos, after all.

» Posted By Simone On 11.12.2013 @ 3:03 pm

compound

It was small, dark, compound, but for some reason I didn’t feel suffocated. I didn’t recognize a face from the crowd – there was no one of my race or religion, but I seemed to fit into their piece of the puzzle.

» Posted By Simone On 11.07.2013 @ 11:35 pm

european

He showed up in the doorway, his tiny figure illuminated by the shadow of the tree. He didn’t knock nor call; he simply waited until I noticed his presence. I reached for the handle with caution and peaked out the door. He immediately smiled wide, revealing an English set of teeth. His eyes were big, blue, and kind.

» Posted By Simone On 11.06.2013 @ 10:42 pm

border

They weren’t nearly as intimidating as everyone made them out to be. Granted, they were the police and we were foreigners and our good intentions were lost in translation. As we sat, waiting on the border between Laos and Vietnam, the sky was dark and hazy. To my left men were bartering over the shell of a recently skinned animal in the back of a truck bed. For me, a Westerner, it was gruesome. For them, it was the everyday normalcy of life.

» Posted By Simone On 11.05.2013 @ 11:50 pm

lemon

HIS HAIR WAS THE COLOR OF LEMONS (cries because The Book Thief)

This wasn’t an original piece of writing, but now I’m having writer’s feelings and cannot articulate properly.

» Posted By Simone On 11.02.2013 @ 11:45 pm

sensible

She was wearing sensible brown shoes, with larger-than-average buckles and thick white socks. Her shirt was buttoned to the throat, as if it were one hundred years earlier, and her handbag could have literally fit everything but the kitchen sink.

Her eyes were mismatched; one was blue and one green. Something about the stark contrast between sensibility and patchwork made her seem almost unreal.

» Posted By Simone On 11.01.2013 @ 11:56 pm

unfaithful

On the wide, open road no one knows our previous lives.

» Posted By Simone On 10.29.2013 @ 8:28 pm

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