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i was on flickr today, aka. my old- new lover. it was always there, but i ignored it until last weekend. i fixed mine up and now i'm growing obsessed. buy me pro please? anyway, so i was on a discussion for a flickr group and it was titled 'what is your story?' i clicked on it, and was just...
Yes, I know patheticness isn't a word. Anyway... One of my first articles for my school's newspaper is on the girls' soccer team. I hate soccer. I've had the wind knocked out of me twice when several 200 lb guys thought it would be funny to kick a soccer ball directly at my stomach. Okay, maybe it...
. Long long ago there was a boy. They called him Moon. No one knew where he came from, no one knew what was his real name. He was very intelligent and skilled in whatever he attempted to do. He was very energetic and did everything he was asked to do in a jiffy. However he had a curse upon him since...
I am in love with the dungeon Andrew threw us into yesterday. Love love love. Some background. The session beforehand my character, Joanne finnaly came upon the scene she had been dreaming on for a couple of weeks, a little girl being stabed and thrown off a cliff. We killed her murderer, and Joanne...
I just thought it's time for some fun, and this is my idea of 'funny'. I don't believe people can do miracles, unless when in great danger...like this one------>>
This is a collection of things I have written that I think are at least half worth putting back up. Since last I did one of these, I have added two short stories and maybe ten other forms of writing. With 19 solid "Stories," 7 short fiction pieces, and over 25 others, I would like to think that what...
State Sanctioned I swipe my hand past the scanner. The mechanized box-- plugged into the wall, the wall into a grid, the grid into the network-- lights up from black. White light shines on my hand and a spinning gear whirs. With a click, the door opens. My door. To my house. Mine and everyone...
I just finished re reading Richard Bachman’s “The Long Walk.” Richard Bachman, for those who don’t know, is Stephen King. The story is about 100 boys between the age of 14 and 18 who compete for “the Prize.” The prize is irrelevant; the contest is for these 100 boys to walk until there...
Cez made a suggestion.. . Since many of us would like to write or do write professionally. We thought it might be fun to start a story and members can just add to the story with each posting. Talk about a fun group effort. Do you guys think you might be interested? I am!! For December, Cez also had...
<-- taboo scarflette, $9. available in my etsy shop ! today was an 100% necessary blogging day. i was just revisiting my summer at nyfa a little. i was on facebook and came across some of the videos of someone i'd known there. just reminding me more that i need to do something. she's made a few...
Part 3: The Mystery Deepens. I lay across my bed after hours of scolding, smacking and cleaning. I feel strangely victorious despite being totally defeated. It is no small feat to survive Mother's tirades. Exhausted from her tantrum, Mother is sleeping in her bedroom. I can finally relax and try to...
You may be aware that my story One Billion Souls Served has been printed in the Fall 2008 issue of The First Line magazine. This is a quarterly publication that operates on a unique idea: every story must begin with the exact "first line" that they supply on their site. The first line for the Fall...
(class assignment September 18, 2008) Part 2: A Mystery Angst. That's the best way to describe my arrival home. Not just on this day, but all the days before it and the all the days that will follow it. Confusion, turmoil, uncertanty. Angst. I never know what mood I will find Mother in or if Father...
GIVING GOD HIS DUE Shabby, shabby people, the pastor thought. Forty-year-old suits and stringy white hair next to clothes bought only to be seen in at church. He took a deep breath and sat down in the chair behind the pulpit. Adjusting his raiment in his lap, he waited for the final notes of...
Chapter 5, page 14. “My parents got divorced too.” “Oh?” “My mother left my father when I was in junior high school. She killed herself because my father refused to divorce her.” David’s hand stopped mid-air before it reached down and grabbed the teacup. Their eyes met, and for a split...
For some reason I got it into my head to wonder what's the strangest slash (not grossest), but most unusual slash you've read. In my case, I think it's a peace of original fiction by Selma Lagerlof (famous Swedish Nobel prize winning author). She would most likely have been astonished to hear her...
My Father and my Mother were divorced before I was one; I was twelve before I ever admitted as much to myself much less other people. To me, Dad was simply away working for the government. He always wrote to me on my birthday and other holidays and inside of the cards or letters were almost always...
I'm still finding myself heading out the door at any time past midnight, just walking along the main hiking trail that passes the back of my home. I've also discovered that there are MANY incredible trails that branch off, going straight into the woods and the "wilds". I've gotten so turned around...
