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The distilled water flowed from the tap freely. The girl had never seen it before. It was her first day outside the confines of Africa. She rejoiced what we found natural. She celebrated what we looked over. She brought a new meaning to “loving the little things.” The boy saw her rejoicing. He fell in love with her immediately.
By Julia on 10.01.2013
I am so far removed from what all that I allowed to dominate my life once.
I watch the pendulum swing back and forth. Choices. These things I sought.
Hypnotized in time. It’s a slide show. It’s deja vu.
If all that I am is evaporating, that must be why I feel like I am suffocating. Distilled into an abstract form; too many nebulous ideals of what a life should be.
By Intuition on 10.01.2013
“I distilled the case notes into the …” Carrie began explaining her process.
“You distilled?” Mark stopped her.
“Yes, distilled.” She hiked an eyebrow at him. “You do know what distilled means, don’t you?”
“Yeah, like Whiskey?”
“Distilled means to purify, yes. It also means to extract the most important meaning from something.”
By Eileen Maki URL on 10.01.2013
I would challenge you, dear,
to remove your old mask
but with war in the air
it’s too much to ask.
Can you see through the shield
you wear with such pride?
Is your goal to become
or simply to hide?
These questions, I fear,
are the reason my eyes
have accustomed to watching
and picking out lies.
But please, worry not.
I’ll always forgive,
for your heart knows the truth
and with that you must live.
By shadow-poet on 10.01.2013
I took everything about you, your beauty, your charm, your flaws, your annoying way of ingoring when I’m mad at you. I distilled everything about you and concluded what i believe you are; nothing but the pure perfection of an imperfect human being.
By Yahtzee on 10.01.2013
I am impure water.
But you come at me with your fire
Making me breathe
And I wish that you could be water like me,
Because I know that if you were
It would make more sense for me to be drowning in you
By Sam on 10.01.2013
I sat like a fish in a vase, gulping
gulping down the long-time standing water
that slips around my skin, eluding
eluding the time when I was older
By fz URL on 10.01.2013
I looked at the perfectly crafted barrel, the circumference looking as if it had been drawn out with a protractor. I could hear the bubbles of the yeast in the background, turning all that precious sugar into the nectar the town craved for so badly.
I could hear the footsteps of the mayor pounding away on my floor boards upstairs.
I only had a few hours to get this batch distilled.
By Max Ryder on 10.02.2013
What would it be like to drink distilled ghosts? Fracking awesome In sure.
By Owen Eardley on 10.02.2013
My world shook. How could this be? What sort of revelation was this? I knew of some sort that the events had a probable chance of occurring but this was too much. I felt sick to my stomach. If she knew, how could she betray me? She was always the intuitive one.
By sheena on 10.02.2013
He looked at the mixture, pondering weather or not he could use it. His intention had been to make it beautifully purple, but now it looked more like mushy green with slimy brown chunks swimming in it. May if he would distill it? The smell was still quite right, he was sure that the women keen on spraying toxic on their bodies would buy it, at least if it was sold in a designer bottle.
By happyrabbit on 10.02.2013
Don’t think. Just write.
All my thoughts distilled into this little space.
I’m empty. No there there.
I need a drink and a quick decision.
By michaelbuzz on 10.02.2013
we drank it. it burned like hell. it was like gasoline, as if we had ever tried to drink gas. But he said it was how it was done. i don’t think it was the right way to do it. but we drank it anyway.
By Lee on 10.02.2013
distilled water is obtain from a chemical process which is free from viruses. it is pure & safe. Distillation process required a heat source.
By Amruta on 10.02.2013
He drank from the glass. Scotch distilled seven times, slightly stirred with some cold water. Tie loose, shoes off, jazz lightly playing in the background. This was relaxation at its finest.
By Patrick Albano on 10.02.2013
The true meaning of what she said at the time was distilled by the atmosphere in which she said, by the people that surrounded us, by my carefree, drunken mood. If I had known that she was seriously, which, looking back, her look said she was, then everything would be different.
By Alex on 10.02.2013
It was double distilled. Smooth, golden, smoky. Expensive. Hell, maybe it was triple distilled. That wouldn’t make a difference. She still didn’t like whiskey.
By Another-Mom on 10.02.2013
This water is distilled. It is clean, clear, and ready to drink. The sun shines through it leaving rainbows on the wall. Colorful rainbows, prisms of pure light wallpaper the room. Now I’m thirsty. I need more coffee, made with distilled water for fucking freshness.
By Amy on 10.02.2013
As she poured the distilled vinegar over her vegetables she could smell the spices she had added which made her smile.
By marylou wynegar URL on 10.02.2013
“Distilled to its very essence, the soul is simply a collection of granules determined by the person the soul belonged to.” The professor rattled a stoppered test tube, and the opalescent crystals within threw sunlight around the whole classroom.
By Andrea on 10.02.2013
The water was tasteless, as if it had been distilled. She screwed up her face in a grimace. “Where’s the real water?” she demanded. “Not this crap in bottles. Not this stuff in faucets. Where’s the real stuff gone?”
By mrsmig on 10.02.2013
To me, distilled means to separate the good from the bad. Just like in life, we have to focus on the good things and pull that away from all the bad things. Because in every storm, there are benefits. A silver lining in the clouds. But the sun is right behind the cloud. Still shining. Its not gone, just hiding.
By Tristan on 10.02.2013
Her anger distilled into a mere fragment of emotion.
By Sarah Leonard URL on 10.02.2013
“Why is it just beer?” he asked. “Why haven’t we ever, say, tried to make whiskey?”
She smiled. “There have been attempts. But to do something distilled… all I know from the histories is that it was more trouble than it was worth. Things became… too concentrated.”
“But it’s just whiskey.”
She stared out the window. Near the horizon, she could just see the blackened edge of where it began. “That’s why they thought too.”
By Anthony StClair on 10.02.2013
The water she used for her ironing was always distilled. Her mother advised her that it was better than tap water.
By Alexandra on 10.02.2013
The water is distilled, mom. This calls for vodka!
By Debbie on 10.02.2013
I am thinking of water. Cool refreshing water. It comes in a jug and you buy it at the store. I use it for labs in science. It has a blue label on the jug. You can get it at any grocery store. I would not drink distilled water.
By Stacy Ambrose on 10.02.2013
distilled water, what’s the point of it. I don’t really taste any difference. I remember using distilled water for a science project and I asked why coulden’t just use tap water. I still never got that answer.
By Jason on 10.02.2013
the only other timeline
where we can
recreate whatever we had
is the one where you
found someone else
to love you first.
(it doesn’t erase
By h. b. on 10.02.2013
Distilled, i wrote about it yesterday before i signed up and when i was writing about it the timer was not working. I think the timer was getting distilled. I heard the distilling water is not a very long process to do but i guess distilling time is.
By manny357 on 10.02.2013
She brings beauty to her tragedy, the indignities that haunt the darkest sickness, and finally the vomit which brings no relief – her vomit, distilled to Valpolicella, and we the distant, separate and silly, we drink it with our lamb and mint sauce, and spew platitudes from our greasy lips and beat our breasts, “But oh the beauty she brings to her tragedy!”
By Miss Alister URL on 10.02.2013
hard liquor. bourbon. that must be the kentucky girl in me coming thru. i remember the smell of the distilled spirits on my mother’s breath as she’d lean on me and hug me. she’d be asking me if i loved her. she wanted reassurance. i just wanted to get away from her and her bourbon breath.
By anon URL on 10.02.2013
a division of Identity Crisis, Inc.