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Post by Mister Buch on Sept 7, 2011 17:34:45 GMT 1
8.
My first boyfriend was from the United States of So On and So Forth. Not all of them, of course. He did travel, but he was only from one of the States. He was extremely handsome, quiet and coloured. You know, coloured. Very dark.
I asked him right away, where he was from, when we were dancing. He said, 'Nyorlans, Mayum' and your great aunt and I spent the wee hours looking through the atlas for it in Africa. When we worked out it was 'Ma'am' I think I fell in love. Love as I understood it then.
Very handsome.
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Post by MarianneClaus on Sept 8, 2011 7:16:59 GMT 1
8
I'm trying to outrun the fire.
In my dream, flames are licking at my elbows, nibbling my heels. The air is thick with the smell of ash and the fire crawls up each individual hair on my head like electric sparks traveling up a wire. To the West, the clouds gather over the horizon. My feet pound against the packed earth, strange earth that is solid and then crumbles beneath me, but I never gain any ground, put any distance between me and the flames. To the West, I run faster.
I'm running after the rain
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Post by Cali on Sept 8, 2011 20:02:05 GMT 1
7. "Well that was lousy." The father finally voiced his opinion when in the fair's parking lot, meeting no opinionated opposition from the rest of his family.
"Let's not go to the fair ever again, dad, like ever." The daughter had mentioned, her brother remaining silent.
"I'm glad no one was hurt." The mother mentioned, smiling gingerly and trying not to cry.
"Indeed." The father spoke, unlocking the car and gazing at the misty searchlight of the police helicopter. "When you have clowns and mimes shooting at one another it's divine intervention that no one got caught in a crossfire."
8. "I just don't trust the stuff." I mention, placing the aforementioned bottle of anti-psychotics in the cabinet before going back to the table to finish my meal.
"To be honest, I wouldn't either." Brenna pipes, walking to the side of the table.
"Any medicine that messes with your brain is not a good medicine." I hack off a piece of ribeye and begin to chew it.
"Freaking 'A'." She responds, coming closer to me. "Also, can I-"
"Eat your own food, Brenna."
"Oh come on, just put a little steak in my dish!" She pants eagerly, wagging her tail.
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Post by Battlechantress on Sept 9, 2011 3:44:08 GMT 1
7 September 2011
I Am Not A Runner by A Corgi
I know you think it would be fun to frolic in a cow field and see if I could still give chase. Your human mind still lacks knowledge about my ways. My bursts of energy were greatest years ago; to this day you recall the exploits of my youth the best. There is nothing wrong with me, one who feels it necessary to nap 18 hours a day, with a few short breaks so I might complain at the parrot, the school bus, and the trash truck for darkening my calm. I. Am. Old.
Sedatives made the plans I had for this entry go far, far away.
8 September 2011
The hallucinations have come early tonight. Steadying limbs over a flexball occurs with hands in uneven positions. The legs try to rest on the ball when I close my eyes and see Egyptian columns rise on my right, and bright white sand is strewn across my short dark carpet. I look up to see rows of bookshelves become laden with sand and scrolls. Is taking a sedative before circuit training ever supposed to be like this? I rise to stand and float in half-steps to the nearest chair as the columns crumble and the sand falls beneath carpet.
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Post by Mister Buch on Sept 10, 2011 0:27:16 GMT 1
As usual BC, I really like that last one. That is fantastically worded.
Bennet and Cali, yours are really good reading so far too.
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Jimmy handed his son, handed Sean the packed lunch and knealt down. Sean's smooth, unfinished face shot him a look that was trusting yet urgent. 'I know you're sure about this,' he seemed to be saying, 'but what IS this?'
'This is first year,' he would have said back. 'Those are your classmates. From now until... 2020 or thereabouts, that's your social circle. I picked them. They were closest... God. That big one might beat you up. He'll think about it. You'll end up dating one of them. Say, the one with the braces...'
He barely noticed the door closing.
10
Mister Atkinson steps into the Assembly Hall through the side entrance, which the pupils are not allowed to use. Mister Babcock, Mister Bland, Mister Carthorse and Miss Ainsley are seated already, either side of his centre-spot, which might as well be a throne.
Sir's red tie is like a broadsword hanging down away from his neck, while your uniform blue one looks like a noose. His perfect black shoes seem as profound as the cosmos, offering something grand but only if you'll sit down in reverence and look at them. Yours are scuffed.
Put your finger on your lips.
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You know what I've just noticed is that just about everything I've written this month (including several I have written in advance here) ends in a 'punchline'. Got to stop doing that, or at least not as often. xD
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Post by Battlechantress on Sept 10, 2011 2:25:00 GMT 1
Sigh. Nonfic. Again.
9 September 2011
What should you say when your neighbor confronts you with the following question: "Did you know your white dog keeps stealing from my yard?"
Should I answer, "You call it stealing. We prefer to think of it as part of the neighborhood beautification effort."
Or: "I'm sorry. I should go put quaaludes in the dog's drinking water before I forget."
Perhaps I should ask her if she wants her own big fluffy white puppy. Maybe she won't think of it as making off with ill-gotten goods if she keeps the dog who keeps stealing and eating everything in sight.
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Post by Cali on Sept 10, 2011 3:51:01 GMT 1
9. Dear Skylar,
I am overjoyed to hear from you. I wish I was there to tuck Lysander and Thomas into bed, but it seems conflict is inevitable. The rebels are winning this war, and the 9th Iowa Cavalry and our attached infantry brigade will be moving out after December toward Pennsylvania.
It would be an adipose understatement to say that I longed for you. I will have to ask you a favor, as the colonel is calling everyone outside:
Bloody your hands on a cactus tree, wipe it on your dress and send it to me.
With unrelenting affection, Joseph
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Post by Battlechantress on Sept 10, 2011 15:00:56 GMT 1
I wrote about my latest racing experience today. Or at least I started to. Today was the first time that I showed up for a race, only to find that the race director moved the start a half-mile away. Yeah, it was quite the experience. Now I remember why I usually avoid early morning races like the plague.
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Post by MarianneClaus on Sept 10, 2011 18:40:16 GMT 1
I've been doing the punchline thing too, I'm afraid. And I'm behind. Stupid blackout. At least I'm moving into semi-fiction now rather than ramblings.
Cali, I really liked that last one of yours. I keep scrolling back up the page after scrutinizing my own and reading your piece again and thinking about it again.
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I'm dating a man with my father's name. My mother doesn't like it.
"A most inauspicious name," she commented when I mentioned flirting in the stockroom. She carefully kept her eyes on the road.
I told her he wanted to go for coffee. She told me, "be careful that he doesn't screw you over like Sperm Donor did."
He kissed me in the stockroom. I remember the quilting fabric pressed between our bodies and wondering if Eve had a mother to tell her that Adam would always be a liar.
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Post by Mister Buch on Sept 10, 2011 23:08:51 GMT 1
That's a good one. Lots of story and character in there, all very clear too. And I liked the Adam and Eve bit too.
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Post by MarianneClaus on Sept 10, 2011 23:18:30 GMT 1
That's a good one. Lots of story and character in there, all very clear too. And I liked the Adam and Eve bit too. Thanks. XD I feel like I've been writing nothing good lately and then that came out. I've been in a slump lately writing-wise.
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Post by Mister Buch on Sept 11, 2011 1:13:36 GMT 1
Well I've been enjoying your entries for this, so far, that one in particular!
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'I wish I were a stronger person,' she says, going quiet at the end, and not intentionally.
'Almost all of us do,' I say back, quick as I can. The faster the rebuttle, the more reassuring, right? 'The very strong ones wish they were a little weaker.' That's not bad.
She cries and I grip her elbow and neck. I want to move my hand a little higher and go for the scalp, but you can't, can you? Can't suddenly change your hand positioning. Never show them your weakness. Should I think of a clever way of saying 'there, there'?
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Post by MarianneClaus on Sept 11, 2011 6:29:24 GMT 1
10
I need to stop walking around, flipping switches, and expecting the lights to turn on.
Why do you buy a trunk when you've got nothing to put in it? That's a question I'd like the answer to. The big black monster is sitting upright in the corner of my room, perched at a slight angle so it looks like its going to fall over, but its got no weight to it. Short answer is that things can look precarious when they're really sturdy as steel and vice versa.
I'm feeling existential today. Bring on the nothingness.
11
I'm rambling like a blackberry bush.
It's good to fill the corners of my mind, especially on a day like today. In truth, it's a day like any other. In truth or out of truth; why is one phrase a common expression and the other a grammatical landslide?
It's Stephanie's birthday today. She was a friend of mine in elementary school (it's interesting how people drift apart and then drop off of the map completely). In truth (again, look), her special day will always be eclipsed.
The sky was blue that Tuesday morning.
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Post by Cali on Sept 12, 2011 4:04:04 GMT 1
Keep in mind that I'm kinda drunk when I wrote this. So if my writing sucks or is offensive please PM me.
10. "To the alley, move your ass!" Bee Cee yells, holding the bag of stolen bugle chips under his coat as the wail of sirens blares on Schumaker Street.
Bee Cee was my best friend, but he only did this because it was my birthday. Being chased is the most exhilarating feeling the world, the adrenaline rush is better than a back massage, or the tenderness of a woman in my opinion.
We jump over a wooden alley fence, Bee Cee taking a breather as I'm no where near tired. The feeling passes after I realize the police passed us, unaware.
11. "What are we doing?" I ask Ruth as I lay on top of my 2007 Honda, parked just short of a chain link fence near the airport, a cigarette billowing from my mouth. "Pointing fingers after all these years. Talk about uniting, we haven't even done that. Patriotism isn't criticizing your fellow countrymen."
A Boeing passes overhead, the engines being absolutely deafening, but our eardrums holding together. I sit up, looking at the love of my life, who happened to be deaf and mute. "We accepted our differences, didn't we? Why can't everyone else?" We smiled and kissed.
12. I've come to accept my lazy eye acting up, except when I'm looking at a gallery full of disturbing art.
Memento Mori art of corpses and famine, intense environmentalist expressionism, paintings by Japanese men who committed suicide shortly after they completed their paintings.
When my lazy eye drifts off the targeting field of view, these visions become more horrifying than they actually are. The eye focuses directly on a fire alarm as I'm looking at an oil painting of a dying woman, and I get more negative feelings. Either than it's manifesting into modern reality, or my death is imminent.
13. The hospital ambiance sounds like celestial flutes and clarinets playing an unreleased track from the Lord of the Rings films. I am reincarnated as a mere infant, unremarkable to say the least. The doctor's told me I broke my second mother's tailbone as I was spat out.
A man, looking no more than fifty, with an irish tweed cap and a sweater leans in between the doctors and nurses. "Welcome boy." He speaks with a soothing voice. "You need not be afraid, nor surprised. This is your new beginning, my child. You owe nothing to anyone for it."
I smile.
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Post by Mister Buch on Sept 12, 2011 23:09:37 GMT 1
THIS SUCKS AND IS OFFENSIVE.
No it's really good Cali, I'm really impressed.
12.
- Excuse me.
- For joining a guy drinking alone? You're excused.
- I'm looking for two men.
- What kind d'you like?
- No, no. Two very specific American men. One of them is you.
- Oh, well then I can't help you.
- Get off the chair.
- You're doing this all wrong, pal. You're supposed to show me the knife before you switch to that tone o' v- oh, there it is.
- It's a pistol, sirrah.
- Yeah, well it's a shiny one. So you brought a gun to a public abduction? Excuse me for being facetious. It's all I got.
- Not even that. Five seconds.
13.
Sarah loses her hand in my hair and breathes my perfume, then sighs sedately and turns around to face me. I say funny cute things with my hands on my hips while she sighs and pretends to find it tiresome. We're both blushing, so I choose this moment to close the centimetres between our lips. I almost hear her eyes close after a few seconds.
Twenty minutes later we take off the wigs. No point keeping them on; there's no romance now. But they served their purpose. God... two women are just so much sweeter than two men, aren't they?
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