Richard observed, although without noticing at first, that Lola was standing at her kitchen sink, staring vacantly out the window, and eating chocolate chip cookies from a large bag. At first, he barely noticed as she dipped into the bag and pulled a cookie out, but then, as he watched her successive movements, he gradually became aware that she was separating the chips from the host cookie, and only eating the chips.
“Lola, you’re just eating the chips. Why aren’t you eating the… Continue
Added by Brad Rose on November 30, 2009 at 10:30pm —
Small wrinkles formed from tightly closed eyes and white knuckles from balled up hands. Lips silently muttering dreams, hopes, wants and prayers. Over softly burning candles grouped together on a chocolate covered sugar rush. Or when the day fades away revealing the first flickering light in the blackened sky. Are they innocent, naughty, lustful, pure, or the last chance of a fading faith? From young to old, providing an untapped magic, is the mysterious, elusive wish.
Added by Erick Ian Gael on November 30, 2009 at 7:52pm —
175 years and still, news of your demise has been greatly exaggerated.
Your perceptions and insights, comments and wit, are as viable today, if not more so. Even after a century you still command a reserved seat on every best-seller list. When the deVinci, Potter, Vamp, romance, horror McNovel fads are long forgotten, you will still hold literature's pinnacle achievement. That's immortality.
Happy Birthday Mark Twain. Thanks for the inspiration. If not for you I would have… Continue
Added by KAWFEEEE! on November 30, 2009 at 7:03pm —
merry cold hearts abusing
picking angels from crack dens
G'D exposed veins marketing numbers
eating Nostradamus and coco puffs
too wrong to write fictitious epilogues
polar bears laughing drunk on coca cola
Added by Suzanne on November 30, 2009 at 6:26pm —
The winter birds glide about the invisible flying trapeze.
Impressive to the eyes of a young girl who will never fly.
Delicate claws clung,
Curled steady on tipsy, swaying twigs.
Slight, pointy charcoal beaks darted,
Splitting golden kernels.
The dead fallen birch, cut precisely, puzzled together with nails
Swings in the old evergreen offering seed.
Determined wings fan intricate patterns, setting off
Momentary madness, swooping,
Carefree bills… Continue
Added by Kim Soles on November 30, 2009 at 6:00pm —
My beard is really a group of tiny strange men trapped on the inside of my chin, the Beard-men see light through my open and non-oily pores which entices them in their futile attempts at escape. They stand on each others shoulders and thrust their tiny heads of coarse hair upward, threading strands through the pores in my chin, mostly at night. Sometimes they bleat like sheep when I shave in the shower. I know this because my barber informed me. He has established a small coalition of… Continue
Added by Michael Solender on November 30, 2009 at 5:00pm —
In the midst of a lake immensity
within an old espadrille
there is a burning candle
Like a winged cross
You see a decade after
Words are being born
And as if you were baptized again
on the Chagall's canvas
in the water through the ether
you are looking for the lost blood
Added by Lydia on November 30, 2009 at 4:46pm —
Let’s flip through this here case file, officer—let’s see what’s missing—and you will note, beyond a shine-black shadow of a doubt, that of all the things in this case that’s missing, my name—Stagger Lee Crannock—ain’t among them. It is a crime and a shame that my black Escalade is still missing, but Sweetums, the bartender up at the Iron Mule outside Farriday’ll tell you that she took the keys to my other Escalade the night Beanie Hollins met his maker, on account of my having cultivated one… Continue
Added by M C Funk on November 30, 2009 at 1:30pm —
U.S. news organizations say President Barack Obama plans to announce his new strategy for Afghanistan on Tuesday evening, during a prime-time television address. Continue
The reports say the president is most likely to back a plan to send between 30,000 and 35,000 additional U.S. troops to the country.
The top U.S. and NATO commander in Afghanistan earlier this year told the president that up to 40,000 troops are needed to combat Taliban and al-Qaida militants in the region.…
Added by bloglist on November 30, 2009 at 11:58am —
I went on the best holiday ever, I didnt check emails once, I rested, I relaxed, and then I came home to the best surprise of all...
Whilst following up on my emails, I realised just how rich I really was... mmmm mmm.
Yes, I have more money than God's got sheep - I have hit 5 of the lotto jackpots world-wide. Yup, you heard me, I am a gadzillionaire, wont be able to count all the money, in fact, my great, great, great-grand -children wont be able to count all my money… Continue
Added by Cheryl-lee Broadfoot on November 30, 2009 at 10:06am —
Note to self: this flat is a total tip; everything I own is everywhere... tomorrow is operation clean-up, end of!
Tick tock, tick tock and tomorrow comes: What a lovely early start, there is a cold frost and sunny skies, think I may enjoy staring at this beautiful start to operation clean-up a little bit longer...
Tick tock, tick tock and after breakfast: just finishing off these emails, then another cuppa, a quick call to a mate I haven’t spoken to for 35 years, oooh look, another… Continue
Added by Cheryl-lee Broadfoot on November 30, 2009 at 9:48am —
Desdemona was once a beautiful girl.so beautiful that out of pure envy Cleopatra ordered her bodyguards to stop mentioning the name of Desdemona. I was one of the guards.i feard the eyes and pinknails of Cleopatra, thus i travelled in time and met Desdemona. It was dark when i reached the garden she loves visiting every morning.A man called Shaekspear told me that Desdemona loves Othello, a brave warior. He swore that it's pure love. A love between two hungry dreamers. Evereday poor Othello… Continue
Added by dris khalillou on November 30, 2009 at 6:57am —
The conviction to impress from the young, destroys hope and conquers self pity. Eyes glazed, heart pounding, and cataclysmic mania within his soul, as the boy ponders suicide. Not gracious enough to think about survival, only enough to create death, he takes the alcohol with transparent white pills. The boy discovers an incredible buzz lifting him through the air. Spinning, aching, and thriving, he scolds his past onto his family. He says goodnight, and thank you for relief from being a… Continue
Added by A.S. Violin on November 29, 2009 at 10:30pm —
“Every sitcom, rom-com and chick-flick lied,” thought Peter.
There was no inappropriate breaking of the waters, frantic taxi rides or giving birth in the car park. No milling throng of family waiting for the proud father to emerge from the delivery suite like a prophet in scrubs announcing the good news that a son had been born. Instead, there was the interminable waiting of fourteen hours of labour, followed by a brief period of unspeakable profanities and finally, a delivery. Now there… Continue
Added by Adam Byatt on November 29, 2009 at 9:58pm —
near bottoms booth scrapping beans
dirty swells hanging ye old time
gorgeous floor boards praying penance
idle threads pulling useless teeth
malnutrition beats aces most places
covering wet wood with dirty poultry
Added by Suzanne on November 29, 2009 at 9:39pm —
I really only need six WORDS for ths challenge!
Added by Edward Dean on November 29, 2009 at 9:00pm —
With the calculator on her I-phone, Jackie did a quick computation. Let’s see, the average life expectancy in the U.S, is 77.7 years. That equals 28,360.5 days of life--average life. I am 38 years old, and some change. So I’ve lived 13, 870 days, already—almost half a life. Of course, no matter how long I live, each day represents a larger percentage of the time I have left on earth. And like the doctor said, ‘We’re all going to die sometime…most of us just don’t know when or… Continue
Added by Brad Rose on November 29, 2009 at 8:00pm —
I go out and sit by my little pond. The sun is nice and it warms my face.
I was crying inside and now I'm not.
The ducks in the pond are my friends and I love them. But do they love me? I keep asking them but they never answer, all they do is quack quack quack.
Added by littoralis on November 29, 2009 at 4:50pm —
Darby was confused. She slammed the phone down and screamed.
She picked the phone back up and punched in the number and screamed again when that fucking bastard answered.
Darby loved to scream into his ear when he picked it up. She loved to scream again when she slammed it back down.
She just loved screaming so damn fucking much.
Added by littoralis on November 29, 2009 at 4:33pm —
"And when The Maker left he did not institute a council, he did not elect a leader what gives you the right to rule over others." Xafkiel said seeming exasperated.
"You are wrong." spoke Mikhael calmly "When The Maker abandoned us he left chaos in control.
"Chaos is of your own design." Xafkiel stated.
"Chaos is the trees that wither, the well that has taint, the suffering of our people, the ravages of time we now feel, and where is The Maker, I will not sit… Continue
Added by Cole. on November 29, 2009 at 3:57pm —