Title Solace
Word Count 798
Summary Sara was an accountant by career, an observer of the human condition by lifestyle and lonely be default.
Author's Note This is the sort of short story that I'd like to try writing from several different directions. This was just a first go. And the phrase "curious birds" lead to the matching poem.

( Sara’s desk was rectangular and sturdy, made from the sort of generic wood that all desks seem to be made from... )

Instant NostalgiaOver dinner we chip away at ( Read more... )

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Title: Evening
Rating/warning: M. sex.
Word count: 781
Author's notes: For challenge .005 at unabridgedsalon.

( The world is coming to an end and she doesn't know it )

It's late on a Tuesday night, just before four AM, and the city is silent save the crash of the waves a hundred yards away and the hum of the soda machine by the heated pool. She's three floors up, the only sign of life (living, breathing, wide awake life) in the complex ( Read more... )

Mutually Inexclusive

I like the big flakes.
The kind that drift down slowly,
Like ballerinas on invisible strings
Or feathers that have lost their wings.
There must be a reason,
Some rule of physics or
Aerodynamics,
(Things I'll never quite understand)
For the beautiful overlap of science
And art.
The patterns in the chaos.
- 1/28/07

Arm stretched across a rail.
Fingers clenched, Knuckles white points.
Cue the overture.
- 1/25/07

shines like a bright star.
windows open to hot damp
blues and the quiet.
- 1/26/07

First date.
She is all knees and knocked elbows;
Fingers crossed for luck.
- date unknown (late May, 2007)