702..

706..

710..

ah, there it is, 714.

I pull into the driveway, buckled and upthrown by the toes of pine trees huddled around the cement. From a back corner crack thrusts an impatient and jealous sapling with big dreams. The lawn hasn’t been mowed in months and lays haggard but for a matted ring of dead grass, the calling card of kiddie pools. The ( Read more... )

“Wait, who said that?”

“Charlie.”

“Charlie called you a slut? Why?”

“No! Charlie called Sarah a slut. Were you even paying attention to me?” said Nicole, leaning forward just enough to drop the ash dangling from her cigarette into the maw of the tray, then place it back into the grips of its square teeth. The cherry fell with the refuse between the ( Read more... )

she says theres a reason for everything, and i think i might believe her. she whispers her prayers but not her praises and she feels tired. if i talk too much, she will fall asleep on my bed. she has the most beautiful voice i have ever heard, and when she sings, it breaks my heart. she has never broken a bone. she doesnt like her hair ( i like it ( Read more... )

it rained today. it rained for the first time in months and damnit was it beautiful. i went outside and sat under the aluminum patio cover watching it slam into the cement, forming tiny tributaries leading to tiny streams and rivers. my ears filled with the drumming and the hissing of water growing and dying. you could almost hear the plants crying ( Read more... )

i cant write anymore...

i lost it.

i havent been able to write anything in weeks.

"which way should i turn ( Read more... )

**this is a continuation from the story i posted on may 22nd, and if you havent read that, you should before reading this. i also changed the begining a bit so if it interests you, feel free to reread that ( Read more... )

let me start by saying that this has happened before. this is not the first time, and i rather doubt it will be the last either. no, for me, it seems to ultimatly end up like this again, and again, and because of that, i feel a bit of an expert on how it works, or at least, how it feels to be on the recieving end. there comes a moment where you can ( Read more... )

the latest single from On a Ledge blares from the tired crackling radio as Tilly and Ryan drift from one lane to the other, just before reaching the bridge. Downtown is nearly deserted for a thursday. the occasional bum holding out weathered hands to the few commuters, hurrying to get out of the night and into their apartment, or their car. "why ( Read more... )