December 6, 2009
mostly pieces of life
November 30, 2009
of poetry
November 29, 2009
Paragraph 2. :D
I looked at you.
You gazed back at me.
And suddenly you frowned, your brow wrinkling into a frantic, worried stare. Then I turned around, and finally saw what was causing you to worry. But I didn’t understand it. A man was buying doughnuts, and he turned to leave just as I turned to look at him. Who was he? I wondered, waist deep in thought. But it didn’t matter, for you curled a finger at the frightened waitress, and, with a fresh cup of coffee, you struck up a new conversation. But behind the smile and the words casually mentioned, I could tell that you had something to hide, and you weren’t doing a very good job to hide it.
November 26, 2009
paragraph
its not a short story and its not a narrative, so i guess i decided to call it a paragraph.
:D happy thanksgiving!!
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“It seems to have stopped raining,” he said, pouring a glass of the startling red cranberry juice.
He took a sip, wincing at the crisp tartness, and placed the glass before a window. The sun streaming out through the glass left a sparkling crimson stain on the table.
The man’s eyes grew bright with a spark of genius, and he proceeded to paint the random scene. Fully absorbed in his work, the yelling of neighbors through the thin walls of his rented room didn’t bother him, nothing would until he had finished. It was like that; it was always and would always be like that until he was finished. Then he would be left in depressing silence, until another startling object or idea only visible inside his mind would make its way onto the blank canvas.
November 25, 2009
11.25.09
November 7, 2009
11.7.09
November 4, 2009
Breakfast

Brown cow yogurt and fresh raspberries.... the ultimate breakfast, especially when its in an Ikea cup.