This was inspired by the following entry. It was written by my daughter who threw her hat in the ring for Idol this season, for one whole week but then got too busy to carry on. She didn't want anyone to know we were related or that she was a kid, lol, but she didn't get voted out that week and I can't wait to see what she does in Idol Junior this ( Read more... )

It was a long distance romance that made them create the machine ( Read more... )

"Come as you are,
as you were,
as I want you to be..."

She stepped out of the shower and stared with heavy lids at her gaunt reflection in mirror. She grabbed her breasts, once pert and full and squeezed the sad sacks of flesh together, giving the semblance of cleavage, then let them fall, sagging and stretch-marked, back against her chest.

'A push ( Read more... )

They lay together at the edge of the wood, her arm thrown across his chest, skin slick with sweat. Their mouths were bruised from the force of desperate kisses, limbs shaky with release, but now they were still, staring in uneasy silence up through the sun-dappled leaves of the tree.

Minutes before, she had knelt astride him, back straight and proud ( Read more... )

My heart. That brilliant, bruised, wide-as-sky organ that beats in my chest.

My father always said it would be the death of me. But I don't believe that, never did believe that a gentle heart, a caring soul was inferior, inadequate.

Dad certainly felt otherwise. To be softhearted made me deficient in some way, defective.

When I was 10 and I cried ( Read more... )

"Evan...EVAN! It's time to go!"

Evan trudged down the stairs as if his feet were full of cement and slung a look of irritation at his impatient mother.

"You don't even have shoes on yet? Kid, you are killing me!" She ruffled his hair affectionately as he passed her in the hall. "Go get your sneakers on quick. We're going to be late for our ( Read more... )

When the government learned an invasion was imminent, they mobilized quickly.

The NSA put the pieces together first, noting a drastic uptick in frustrated Facebook comments about files not found and blue screens of death across the Eastern Seaboard.

Soon it was spreading nationwide. Verizon customers in Nebraska were pissed that they could only get ( Read more... )

Brie didn't belong here. Her posture, her clothing - cashmere sweater, camel hair coat folded carefully across her lap - was selected specifically to let everyone in the clinic know that this was not the sort of place she frequented.

She sat, back rigid on the equally unyielding blue plastic of her chair, and stared through veiled eyelashes at the ( Read more... )

She was so beautiful, all dark hair and wide eyes, standing there in the kitchen of the senior home. With her big smile and lilting voice the nurses called the new cook a Disney princess ( Read more... )

She was so beautiful, all dark hair and wide eyes, standing there in the kitchen where the late afternoon light was the best. The room smelled like linseed oil, a streaked canning jar of the lemony cleaning solution more potent than potpourri. Her easle and canvas were on the island, tubes of oil paint spread out around the old fishing tackle box ( Read more... )