I recently came across a box of old letters, correspondence between my mother and father when they were young, before I was even born.
I had seen the box before, and recognized it immediately, small, white and dressed with a satin bow, my mother was a bit of a romantic.
I read the letters years ago, as a teenager, and even though my mother gave them to me, it still felt like I was violating something private.
At the time, I too thought they were romantic, a hard copy of… Continue
Added by Sissy Anderson on August 31, 2010 at 11:46pm —
I remind myself that God has read all the books ever written. Maybe even all the blog pages. He’s pretty busy, I guess, and probably doesn’t get enough sleep. Needs a nap, and sometimes seems like he’s distracted when he probably should be paying closer attention.
On Wednesday night, I notice the car ahead of me is driven by two young lovers apparently re-discovering original sin in the front seat of their beige, 2003, Toyota Corolla. I hang back about 10 car-lengths, give it a… Continue
Added by Brad Rose on August 31, 2010 at 9:57pm —
2)Hotel room=$124.95-$100 Amex gift card credit from BP
3)Seafood=a few bucks, but totally worth it ;)
4)Overcharged car rental=$100 ($13.99 flat refueling fee, my ass. . .how about $48!)
5)Bag of sand for my neighbor=$0
6)Seeing the white sand (no oil) beaches of Pensacola=priceless
Added by Jenni Marie on August 31, 2010 at 9:38pm —
After emerging from the muddy water with one hand around Pete’s collar, Marion Rice let the treeing walker loose, ran thick fingers through his thinning wet mop and uttered the longest string of words he’d offered that night: “I’ll collect now.”…
Added by Mike Handley on August 31, 2010 at 7:30pm —
I dreamt of long black snakes.
I'm sure they were trying to tell me something.
At first, I was terrified, my instinct was to run away, then I realized they were there for a reason, so I calmed.
I tried be still, let them come for me, at least six of them.
One bit me on the inside of my arm, nearer to the wrist than the elbow.
I was no longer afraid, I knew they couldn't hurt me anymore.
Added by Sissy Anderson on August 31, 2010 at 5:16pm —
There are times I feel that the elements of my life have worn me down like a rock in the desert. The wind carving it's name on my being. But I have learned that the wind cannot erode what is inside. Hidden, in the crevasses are the seed and buds of flowers waiting to be given nourishment to grow and flourish. To burst forth with life and beauty and moments to take your breath away. To be carried away .... like the wind.
Added by Sherry Gerber on August 31, 2010 at 4:21pm —
Stuck, damn it, and the whole house knows it. Dumb, I have no words to talk it through to somewhere better than this bitter place. Truth, I don't know what this is anymore either. Love, is it still there or has it gone? Am I too close to this to understand it or too far away? Remember what it felt like to sleep together with the box fan and the sound of rain?
Added by Glen Green on August 31, 2010 at 3:30pm —
It's only 140 characters long so difficult to write six sentences about.
It's a story on www.onefortyfiction.com
It's published today.
I'd love you to read it.
I'd be thrilled if you'd critique it.
Added by Cath Barton on August 31, 2010 at 1:54pm —
Bridie was trying to fathom the point of his questions and felt herself getting cross, hadn’t Christy talked to him about his ideas, the ones he’d mentioned as they drove to the airport? “Anyway, what was so important that you had to come and see Uncle Sam?, I’m pleased you did, obviously, but you said nothing about it last week ...”
“Well, Sam’s given me a lot of help over the years and it seemed like a good idea to come and see him in person ... and ... I wanted to talk to your Dad… Continue
Added by Sandra Davies on August 31, 2010 at 12:30pm —
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Added by Salvatore Buttaci on August 31, 2010 at 12:30pm —
the willow oak (or quercus phellos) outside my bedroom window is probably about one hundred years old and more than one hundred and thirty feet tall. i know this because i am a city girl married to a forest ranger who knows a lot about trees. for ten years it has given me shade during the sultry oppressive summers of southern maryland, and a brilliant crunchy carpet of golden red on my deck each fall.
we bought this house because of the sweeping views of the chesapeake,… Continue
Added by shauna mcclure on August 31, 2010 at 10:50am —
See now, in the first place, Jeremy Hinton was a scalawag among rascals. He was the kind of guy good-for-nothin's bring up when they go on one those "Well at least I'm not" bits.
When he lost that job up at the Wal-Mart--somebody told me they'd heard it was amphetamines, but I know that boy never messed with much but weed and cheap booze, but he mighta got into some pills, maybe--anyway, when he lost that job at the Wal-Mart I never figured Marla would stay with him, and I know that's… Continue
Added by Jared Handley on August 31, 2010 at 9:30am —
She was the first girl in school to wear a mini skirt which caused more reaction than putting salted peanuts in a coke.
She was the first girl to light up a smoke with the guys in the rest room who all thought she was that "crazy" chick.
She was the sixties version of Lady Ga-Ga with wild hair that changed colors more often than most changed socks and mail ordered clothes from under ground magazines.
She was the poster child for "Harper valley P.T.A.
She was… Continue
Added by michael r. oconnor on August 31, 2010 at 8:38am —
Earlier, I locked myself in the basement closet, where I'm now sitting on top of the dryer. I heard noises coming from the kitchen like the slow drip of blood on the floor and the Continue
creaking of the floorboards as someone tip-toed above me. That was two hours
ago, and even though there's no sign of life up there anymore, I'm still
frozen. My legs are curled up to my…
Added by Kaleigh Somers on August 31, 2010 at 8:19am —
i have your betrayal right here in my side, next to your brown eyes and warm skin. i can't stand the pain of not feeling you here, but only in my dreams. i hear your voice and see your smile and memorize each word your sweet mouth makes. i wake and wrestle with the thought of writing what just happened in my dream, though it is not real it feels like adultery. if i do not write this dream, the memory fades; i lose your smile, your voice, this moment. what do you do with a dream that wants to be… Continue
Added by Kristine_ES on August 31, 2010 at 7:22am —
Bobby Petrus, blue eyes grinning like he’d just painted a mustache on the Mona Lisa, was barely able to speak around a mouthful of adrenaline.
“Dang boys, I’m still shaking,” he finally managed, offering up his wobbly skinned-up wrist as proof… Continue
Added by Mike Handley on August 31, 2010 at 6:30am —
"I was willing", this woman whispers.
A small piece of her heart forever cut out. Left to stomp in the dust and blood.
She wears her bones on the outside. Rattleing her love, creeping into his dreams.
"I was willing", this woman whispers to the night, and cries blue tears.
Added by Sissy Anderson on August 31, 2010 at 2:30am —
For 23 years he has been protecting his life from the prying eyes of others: townspeople, church elders, his wife and his coworkers. He has become adept at every means of self camouflage. He knows the consequences if he's found out: shunning, loss of livelihood, loss of home and hearth.
Out there on the end of a limb, with no safety net below him, he lies and smiles to the world. One false step, one drop of his guard, and his fragile facade will crumble.
What he… Continue
Added by Gita on August 30, 2010 at 9:30pm —
Things go wrong, the wind changes, guitars go out of tune, coffee tastes strange; you feel it, hear it, taste it, without knowing why.
I sit in the quiet room with its inky walls and dark blue carpet, listening to the filters hum. Sea horses swim in their tank, tails curved, their tiny bellies distended, while lionfish move through coral, their long venomous… Continue
Added by Ann Mintz on August 30, 2010 at 9:00pm —
Desperation is when you look around your house and you realize that mice, a next-door neighbor, and the skeleton from last Halloween might all be living under the piles of dishes, dust, and other sundry items in your living room and you’d have no flipping clue. Furthermore, true desperation… Continue
Added by bolton carley on August 30, 2010 at 8:14pm —