Sophie watched the bath water move as the faucet poured more hot water in with her.  The bathtub.  The place she went to solve problems ( Read more... )

Alli, ever dismal, glared through the wide windows at the sunlight, wishing it wasn't warming the cut grass that already made her sneeze.  She drank black coffee with an enthusiasm to match every automechanic she'd ever met.  Morning did not become her.

In fact, most times of day did not become her.  It was nothing to do with physical attractiveness ( Read more... )

Laura looks from her blank white screen and blinking cursor to her motionless fingertips to the four pound tub of red licorice on her desk, and thinks of the improbability of having lost her mind for real this time ( Read more... )

"Would you like to talk about it ( Read more... )

They keep telling me I run the risk of contracting a fatal disease every time I inhale ( Read more... )

You have a certain power as a teacher:  people who would otherwise never hear a word you say suspend their rashness and listen.  They seek out significance, because they trust it's there.  You wouldn't, after all, be showing them something insignificant, right ( Read more... )

Please take the time to let your imagination insert what was a finished very short story about two people and the things they do not say to each other over coffee before I accidentally deleted it.

Thank you.

I hope your February is going as well as it can for you.

Romantic poets, at least the good ones, all kicked it by age 30.  He who did not?  They wrote poems, before they died, about how his poems would have been better, had he too kicked it by age 30.

I have this thing.  This mental thing.  I compare myself to great artists and great minds.  And people tell me this is unrealistic.  The trouble, you see, ( Read more... )

She wakes up alone, again, some time midday.  Not the luxurious sort of waking up, with slow stretching and inner peace ( Read more... )

The idea dies.  Have you ever noticed that?  That you're on top of the world, you're brilliant, you're dancing in jeans and a white t-shirt, at your ultimate sexiest, singing "I'm alright, I'm alright... it only hurts WHEN I BREATHE!!!!" at the top of your lungs, and you've just completed this five-minute masterpiece of ultimate natural conflict ( Read more... )