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radio
Who really cares about the radio? When I have 60 seconds to type something, I don't want the importance of my words to hinge on the concept of a radio. It seems so narrow and forced to me. With all the bigger issues in the world why spend any amount of focus on a machine which merely spews noise.
boost
Falling, falling, falling, whump! Head drops into the book and drool begins to flow, smearing the soft inky words. That energy boost could only last so long, before overtook even the most earnest of minds.
sports
Sports are definitely not my strong suit. All the memories I have of them from grade school are tainted by images of Brandon Garrett yelling at me for my inability to throw a football, to hit the baseball, and to run at a sufficient speed from point A to point B. This is why I like badminton. Because I know I could kick his ass at it. Suck on that Brandon!
drain
Blaaaaaargh. Her nose drained like a water spout clogged with leaves. Her head pounded and her mouth hung open like a dog's but dry and spittle-less. Her body ached as she leaned against her pillows waiting for the narcotic induced sleep to hit her.
edition
Third edition. A copy. A shadow. No longer a real person. But that didn't matter to him. She was just as much like the first on the outside as he needed. He didn't care about the inside. Not any more.
whim
It started with a whim. A simple half thought idea that filtered through her mind like a colored fog. Until it wrapped around her every musing and choked out every other possibility for salvation.
summer
Summer to most is warm and filled with bubbling poolside laughter but to me it's a time of darkness. Months spent in solitude punctuated only by sweltering heat. To me, summer is a synonym for torture. My heart always years for the cool relief of fall and human interaction.
wake
In the wake of the ship rose large frothy white waves. They traveled far across the ocean, passing islands, passing whales, passing other ships, just so it could lap against your bare sandy feet and remind you of just how much I miss you. This is my love letter to you, hidden in the waves.