Even so, my spirits heightened whenever I felt in my pocket the key to this apartment; with all its gloom, it still was a place of my own, the first, and my books were there, and jars of pencils to sharpen, everything I needed, so I felt, to become the writer I wanted to be....
two lines at last!It's been three years./Reciting them,I let fall tears./If for you,my dear reader,they still do not ring true,/I'll retreat to my hometown hills.”
My pottery teacher told me, What makes pottery precious is the fingerprints you leave in the clay. I don’t know what my parents did with the frog bowl I sculpted for them, but they made me sign the Dollarama frog I bought. They wanted to hold onto who it came from. This flawless...
The more I thought about it in ensuing days, the more I couldn’t understand how I was OK. I still don’t. The boulder could have smashed my face—I half-thought at the time it would—or my head in, or ruptured or severed something, anything. ...
Chris traces his finger along the impossibly long route leading to El Golfo de Santa Clara. MADS (entering the water with Chris’ hotdog) I go with you. We leave Sonja here. You and me in kayak - we go to Mexico. SONJA (in Danish) You’re embarrassing. Idiot. Mads with a burst ...
Monsieur the Chief Provost, I would rather have a stab in my body than a scratch on her little finger! You have the air of a kind gentleman! What I tell you now explains the whole matter, surely? Oh! if you have a mother, sir—you are the captain, leave me my child! See how ...
Smashed all the meats Had fun with my hair! Open up to opportunities & people that make life more fun. It’s that simple. There’s no right time or specific version of yourself needed when you’re setting goals, living in alignment, embracing your purpose & loving yourself. Ask...
I turn my head toward the stained glass where the hidden choirs congregate, stare at the empty colors around me, whisper forsaken words of love and merlot, laugh at the reflection in the ancient window, hoping more is there than this Ennui. ...
bang! I heard a noise from the back of the car and as i checked my rear view mirror i saw a push bike had smashed into my car. Great, i thought as i stopped the car. I was wondering whom to blame, the idiot who couldn’t see a fucking car on the footpath or blame myself ...
I split her wet lips and slipped my middle finger inside, using my thumb to circle her clitoris at the same time. She let out a gentle moan. Before we could get too carried away we were brought back to reality by Gabby getting back in the car. “I’m going to have to listen to ...