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Caerii
The first year I lived in Eastern Oregon, I realized that my life had been drawn on the inside of a box. Sunny skies, sagebrush, wide straight roads and my parade of boyfriends had all been rendered on a cardboard canvas, some days in charcoal, some days in watercolor,(more)
bornwithwings
My girlfriend is driving the way she does, with more than a hint of recklessness, as we careen down the roads of Whidbey Island in the green-blue backlit days of late August in a truck loaded with twenty bales of hay. I am on top of the hay and(more)
MisterDoc
It was fascinating to watch. The red against gray in the dim light of the buzzing florescent bulbs, watching it slowly flow like a tiny red river against the cracked and battered wall of the abandoned subway tunnel. Her body, a limp sack of flesh slumped against a disused(more)
Calypso29
Every decision I have ever made, with the help of my brilliant flow charts, has trickled down into a tiny, insignificant puddle, much like the ink that drained from those flowcharts, when the rain finally fell.
When the rain finally fell, and my delicate ivory tower came crashing down...(more)
tisnman
The hour glass of time. The unstoppable increments of the great divine. They call for it's demise; to slow it's intricate design. For it's the purest truths of them all; distributed even to all that fall.
JOSEPHD
you have up to 300 words. what will you say? Light; The warmth of ones inner light in part, resides like Spring by way of heart-look careful woulds't thou ever try; ere passageway of light through such precious eyes......