I could tell you all about my blind date with a magic-lacking Harry Potter doppelganger. Or write about how I apparently am a pro in showing someone the door because I changed my mind as soon as he walked in. I can tell you about how Mr2BIG turned out to be 2BORING and how a potential Adam mentally slapped me in the face by introducing me to his friends as ‘just like my sister’. Oh well. I will not give up on finding Adam in the Big Apple and despite some juicy apples here and there, I will admit to be a little lost when finding my way to paradise. I note, “to be continued” in my pink... Read More
The doorway opened up to a large lounging area. Pillars constructed to hold the the cement filled roof were scattered throughout. The room smelled of mold. The walls were not of the same crimson as the other rooms had all been. A light blue had been choosen to cover the walls of this particular room. Paint chips that had been plucked from the walls and pillars, were laying motionless on the ground, occasionally lifted into the air by the bare feet of walking residents. The ground was a muggy blue tint; small mounds of dirt and insect droppings were covered by a thin coat of the light blue paint... Read More
An excerpt from a tape recording of Martin Stevens' interview with Dr. Henry Wurzbach. 1/20/89 9:00 A.M.
"How are you doing today, Martin?" Doctor Wurzbach's voice entered through the static.
"Good," Martin replied.
"If you do not mind Martin, I would like to go ahead and ask about the first time you discovered your ability," Doctor Wurzbach said with his deep calming voice.
"Sure. Like I said before, it all just kind of happened. Well, I was out with my friends. We were walking home from practice and we got to the bridge across from the park. Michael... Read More
He's walking down a gray dirt road. Wagon ruts and horse hoof-prints can be seen marring the dirt. Mottled green and brown grass is growing in the center between the two worn ruts. The banks rise slightly about 3 feet on either side of the path as they slope off gently into the dark forest. The wooded floor is littered with pine needles and oddly shaped slabs of granite. Scraggly bushes grow in groups, fighting for life in their apparently ill-chosen abode. The trees are all starkly straight pine trees. Oddly enough, the branches come quite low; so low that visibility is less than 6 or 7 feet... Read More
The bar was an old speakeasy from the 1920’s. Entrance through a bookcase in an affluent Pac Heights home, built on bedrock, the house sat a top a natural cave that the 1920,s owners had worked, but left visible and a bit raw. The room was illuminiated by gas lamps shrouded in red velvet tasseled hoods, tinting the smoke filled air crimson, and completing the pleasure den feel. A perfect place for an angel to get lost in her thoughts.Thoughts and experiences tied together by a menagerie of threads to create a tapestry of seemingly pure chaos that only she and God could find a pattern in.... Read More
“Pretty Red Stockings….Pretty Red Stockings…Pretty Red Stockings..”
I whimsically sing..placing pointed toes, followed by left leg; into the stocking
(Humming)…”hum.hum…hum…hum.hum” settling my right foot into the stocking….
around my heel, up my ankle, past my knee, now, stuck at my thigh…
“Pretty Red Stockings….Pretty Red Stockings…Pretty Red Stockings..” I gleefully, sing.
Spreading my fingers wide apart, while showcasing and idolizing my stockings, I rub out the kinks, and stretch them high.
I leaped onto the kitchen table; with fingers gripping... Read More
I'm up then I'm down. I'm in love, then I'm flooded with hate. I binge then purge. I fast only to become the worst disgusting glutton.
It's confusing and demeaning.
I'm wrapped and warped. I love myself and I hate myself for what I allow to take hold of me. I'm screaming on a meditation rock. I'm vomiting up tofu... It just doesn't make sense. I'm shooing away flies out the front door, carefully scooping moths; cautiously to not hurt them. All the while, visualizing HIM hanging from a rusty chain, in the basement.
Him-He who I blame...Him-He who I would proudly... Read More
Today's Top Stories
- Here are 3 major things that some media outlets are getting dead wrong about this visa category
- Do your looks determine the car you drive?
- Risky Business: Significance and Roles
- The Best Sports That Will Definitely Burn Your Belly Fat
- Finding all of Life’s Needs Online
- Finding the right niche for your business with internet marketer Alex Jeffreys
Very nice Uttam, keep writing...
Mechanical Engineering Assignment Help Assignment and Online Homework Help Mechanical Engineering Assignment Help Mechanical engineering is one of the types of engineering, which deals with the design
Thanks a lot Barb for your comments...I am certainly so over whelmed by your comprehension of my article...You have so soulfully mentionerd in your comments and that itself is a testimoney of your understanding to the scenario s of life under which we...