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‘There’s no salvation in that,’ he said, watching me take another large sip.
‘How do you know?’
‘I’ve tried it. It doesn’t work.’
‘What do you suggest I do, then?’
» Posted By zebra On 08.30.2012 @ 3:00 am
They carried him out on a stretcher. This wouldn’t have been unusual in normal circumstances, but these weren’t normal. I have no idea where they found a stretcher, or why they got to use it on him, but they did.
» Posted By zebra On 07.19.2012 @ 6:19 am
The railroad was not as straight as I’d been led to believe. They said it would be an easy journey; that the train would go in more or less a straight line across all eight states throughout the journey. It didn’t.
» Posted By zebra On 07.04.2012 @ 9:04 am
The harness did not feel secure. Nope, not in any way, shape or form. And it didn’t matter how much they all told me it would be fine, the Fear from the previous time was still with me. It had taken this long, after all, to get back this far, it should have been no surprise that I should feel this way now.
» Posted By zebra On 07.03.2012 @ 6:22 am
The top seeds all expected to see their name on the list, but I didn’t. I was the surprise; the shock entry. I had no idea until a few days before that I was even going, let alone be included in this list. It was an honour, to be sure.
» Posted By zebra On 06.25.2012 @ 8:12 am
I wasn’t that keen. I really wasn’t. I felt bad because I knew they’d tried really hard to match it to the sort of person they thought I was, but it showed how little they really knew about me. It was going to be a tough conversation.
» Posted By zebra On 06.19.2012 @ 3:01 am
The framework was all wrong. I knew it from the start and I wasn’t the only one who did. But it made not difference at the top: it’s what we’d be following and there was nothing we could do about it. It was going to be like building a house with a child’s drawing as an architect’s plan.
» Posted By zebra On 06.18.2012 @ 8:49 am
‘It’s a straw hat.’
‘Are you sure?’
‘Yes of course I’m sure! What else could it be?’
We’d been playing Pictionary for four hours by this point and it’s fair to say tempers were a little frayed.
» Posted By zebra On 06.14.2012 @ 8:53 am
‘He doesn’t look like a reporter,’ I said.
‘No, but he is.’
‘Are you sure?’
‘How long are we going to have this conversation for? Yes, I’m sure!’
‘Okay I believe you. He just doesn’t look like a reporter, is all.’
‘So you said. But what exactly do you think a reporter should look like, then?’
» Posted By zebra On 05.31.2012 @ 3:12 am
I told them to transform me.
‘Are you sure?’ they said.
‘Of course…why wouldn’t I be?’
‘Oh no reason…just…no reason.’
Whatever it was they didn’t say, there clearly was a reason. But it would be a long time before I found out what that was. I still disagree with them, though, even now.
» Posted By zebra On 05.28.2012 @ 8:55 am
The tasting session was a little weirder than I had imagined. I thought it might be that we got to drink a little bit of wine at every course, but that essentially we would stay sober and be able to tell exactly what we were eating at any given time. The reality was not quite like that.
» Posted By zebra On 05.08.2012 @ 9:10 am
The hearing was held across three days, but not consecutive days. In fact it took six months in total to get a result…six months of problems and one excuse after another as to why the doctors wouldn’t let him attend. That’s what the official line was, anyway.
» Posted By zebra On 05.04.2012 @ 6:18 am
“Separate them,” he said.
“I said, separate them.”
I didn’t want to do it. No one wanted to do it. It was unnatural.
» Posted By zebra On 05.02.2012 @ 3:41 am
I’d never seen a female gladiator before. In all my years in the city it had been large man after large man to dispose of, but never this. She was a little woman, and probably had been pretty although it was hard to tell with all the wounds on her.
» Posted By zebra On 04.26.2012 @ 6:43 am
I sat staring at my desk, doing nothing. Nothing was coming and nothing was going to come either. It was just one of those days. I looked across at the others, who were – of course – all writing away as though they never even considered the problem. But not me.
» Posted By zebra On 04.16.2012 @ 7:39 am
I had pins and needles…I couldn’t help it. All the times I said I wouldn’t feel like this but the time had finally rolled round and despite my best efforts I felt the same as everyone else. I was scared.
» Posted By zebra On 04.10.2012 @ 4:21 am
‘The game was fixed,’ she said ‘properly, truly fixed.’ There’s no way they would have won otherwise.
‘Aren’t you being a bit unfair?’ I said, not quite believing her.
‘No I don’t think so.’
» Posted By zebra On 03.22.2012 @ 3:35 am
I wouldn’t sign the petition. I knew I should but I couldn’t. Everyone else I knew did…family, friends. But not me. It just didn’t feel right in my gut and no matter what I did to rationalise it I couldn’t make it right with me. So I didn’t sign. And then it happened…
» Posted By zebra On 03.14.2012 @ 9:48 am
Recycle has come to be a positive word for something that a lot of the UK does in order to help the environment. It can also, however, be a word to mean reworking or trotting out the same old crap that you did before…which is obviously not all that positive.
» Posted By zebra On 03.12.2012 @ 7:58 am
The demonstration raged on and on, until it became more of a riot than anything else. People were so angry, and understandably so – their voices weren’t heard and the ones not listening had it all. They just wanted a fairer distribution…or so they said.
» Posted By zebra On 03.08.2012 @ 7:11 am
The medical expenses were almost out of control by the time we asked for help. You see we didn’t want anyone to know; that was the problem. We hoped that we could keep it between us and the specialists, but by the time we knew we couldn’t it was already getting to be too late.
» Posted By zebra On 02.23.2012 @ 6:37 am
“You’re a desperate flirt,” he said. I was offended.
“No I’m not, I’m a brilliant flirt. There is absolutely no desperation in how I do it. I am structured and considered.”
» Posted By zebra On 02.16.2012 @ 6:44 am
I didn’t have a clue…seriously, not one. No idea where to go next with it or what to say, even. It loomed up in front of me as a veritable mountain to climb with no path up it. I’m not even sure sherpas could have made it up.
» Posted By zebra On 02.15.2012 @ 9:30 am
The carnival was loud an scary, and I didn’t like it. Nana made me stand and watch it, but all the people were so big and close and they were frightening. Every year I had to go, because Nana and Mama said it was good for me to see people getting today to celebrate…but they never said what we were celebrating.
» Posted By zebra On 02.14.2012 @ 8:48 am
It was more of a maze than a minefield. I felt he was overreacting, but what can you do? He reckoned it was a situation fraught with potential danger and certain problems, but I just couldn’t help but see it as an exciting challenge. I guess that was the difference between us.
» Posted By zebra On 02.13.2012 @ 8:09 am
“We can’t just adopt it,” I said. He wasn’t happy. It was a policy he’d been working on for some time and thought my reaction was given. Now he looked at me as though I had just shot his hamster and then trod on it.
» Posted By zebra On 02.10.2012 @ 9:14 am
It went into orbit. I don’t actually know what that means but I definitely went there. Does it mean I was spinning around a large land mass feeling my insides pulled around? If so then that really is what happened.
» Posted By zebra On 02.07.2012 @ 6:07 am
I headed to the Camera early in the morning, just as I planned. The library, though huge and set in the middle of a little city, looked surprisingly humble.
» Posted By zebra On 02.06.2012 @ 2:54 am
It’s a word that’s passed into common use to emphasis something, but in fact refers to quite a narrow field of things. That said, I’m not sure what actually qualifies an epic. Does it have to be massive?
» Posted By zebra On 02.03.2012 @ 6:49 am
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I was on the wagon. I did really well for a long time. But like any addict will tell you, it doesn’t take a lot to fall off it…a little wobble, the wrong terrain and you’re gone. It takes more stability than you’d think. More than I had anyway.
» Posted By zebra On 02.02.2012 @ 7:52 am