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NaNoWriMo2010 Attempt #1
It was kind of comical. We were all standing around Joanie, as she swiped her passport, and fumbled through the electronic check-in. There were her grandparents, Chris and I, all standing kind of helplessly, with her large duffle black bag at our feet. She had a backpack too, giving her a hunched effect, as she crouched over the screen. Wisps of ( Read more... ) -
the halo effect.
“I’m not a soldier, but I know how to pull the trigger.”*
He’s holding on to me between hail marys and I-never-should’ves. We’re standing on an empty subway platform and every so often a car will pass screeching horribly, sparking like stars on our underground sky where it’s never night. The wind rushes up to meet us and I see my ghostly face ( Read more... ) -
grasping.
“You’re Dave,” she began, surely. “Tall, handsome, aloof Dave. From March break.”
She tilted her head at me slyly. “Do you remember me, or am I insane?”
I stared at her. Brown curly hair, deep brown eyes, rimmed with smoky black. “Care to refresh me?”
She smiled. “Pleasured. I’m Camille. English Lit major at William and Mary. I hooked up with your ( Read more... ) -
liberatis per oratio
I am an idealist; a scavenger of potential. I get lost in the endless possibilities, and their spectrums. I get swallowed up by fantasies of how thing could be.
I store all my hope in empty gestures. I assume too much, I feel too strongly. I’m too sincere, too easily trusting, too easily excited, too ready to live.
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samskeyti
Winter is your favorite time of year. You say it’s because everything’s clean. I say the only reason it’s clean is because everything is dead.
I hate winter, with its clear cut horizon, and biting air. Summer is alive, and dirty. The trees breathe, and the sunsets sing; which are a nirvana compared to the blunt dagger of winter days.
No one ( Read more... ) -
Chokecherry (Chapter 2/?)
Not many people have been on the inside of a fatal car crash, and lived to tell about it.
The first thing I felt was the power of that first car hitting. My whole body collided with the inside of the blue Yugo, my head jerking out the window, and pulling back as the seatbelt perseveringly kept me in place.
I was wearing a tank top that day, and ( Read more... ) -
Chokecherry (Chapter 1/?)
Title: Chokecherry
Author: kissmepurple
Genre: Angst/Drama
Rating: PG-13
Summary: My best friend died on the T-junction between Saskatoon and Persimmon. The boy I might have loved was driving the car.
( Chapter 1 (950 word) )