Fly
“Sara! The fence is right there! What do I do?” cried out Maggie in absolute panic.
Sweaty and sticky, now her legs were covered with damp, itchy, coarse horse hair. The smell of dry dusty hay, damp earth, green grass, and sticky sweat, flooded her nostrils. She leaned in clutching the coarse, dark, mane [...]
Filed under: short story, writing on August 21st, 2008 | No Comments »
She rode to the elevator to the top trembling the whole way. On many floors she wanted to scream, “Let me off!” but she didn’t. She pressed her back against the wall furthest from the door as possible. It wasn’t because of over crowding at all, but instead she was fairly certain that unless [...]
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Thursday, August 14, 2008
I so totally agree! Here, here!
Current mood: contemplative
Category: Life
“Some days, doing ‘the best we can’ may still fall short of what we would like to be able to do. But life isn’t perfect — on any front — and doing what we can with what we have is the most we [...]
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“Where did Pollyanna go?”
She asked me.
“Not always a laugh a minute it seems.”
I smiled slowly, sadly
And shrugged a shoulder
And I watched her and replied,
“Where’s your big dreams?
Seems to me we’re both a little jaded.
Seems to me we’re neither one that tough.”
Cynically she laughed and she nodded adding,
“But whoever would have guessed
It could be so rough.”
Just [...]
Filed under: Uncategorized, poetry, relating well, relationships on August 10th, 2008 | No Comments »
Simple and plain
I keep hearing just tell the story
Keep it simple, make it plain
Don’t add ruffles, don’t add any laces
Just a stripped down model, Plain Jane
Show, don’t tell and certainly don’t preach
They have a right to think; no highfalutin speech
Let them choose for themselves
You don’t need to embellish
There’s no need to make it [...]
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Wednesday, August 06, 2008
Acid Rain
Current mood: artistic
Category: Writing and Poetry
You say things I know are meant just to hurt me
You’re hurting and want to watch someone else bleed
It’s sort of like watching someone else’s wreck on a high way
There’s a macabre strain in you and you feel the need
To lash, and strike, to bite, [...]
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