A little about me- Chapter 1 |
A little about me; Chapter 1: I wasn't planned, so I guess that makes me a surprise. I wasn't born 3 to 5 weeks early like my other sisters (only 2 days). The umbilical cord was wrapped twice aro... Posted by on Thu, 08 Jan 2009 07:09:00 GMT |
Another short story... No title yet... |
George was the type of guy who lived his life to work. He didn't work to enjoy any off-time, because what he did then, was work. During the week he sat in a window... Posted by on Sun, 14 Dec 2008 10:10:00 GMT |
Places I've traveled... |
So here's a little more about me...places I've been...Canada... Japan (I lived in Tokyo for a year and a half when I was 13 and 14), while we lived in Japan, my parents took us for two weeks to Bali, ... Posted by on Wed, 10 Dec 2008 07:28:00 GMT |
Writing exercise: Body Language |
Exercise:
Observe someone I know well enough to know their body language and create a scene.
The hunch of his shoulders is a sign to her. It warns her that he is protect... Posted by on Thu, 27 Nov 2008 16:51:00 GMT |
Single lonely girl seeks attention from lonely alcoholics... |
Single lonely girl seeks attention from lonely alcoholics. Loves to listen to your worldly knowledge for hours on end while being fascinated by your drinking stamina. I want to be your captive a... Posted by on Mon, 24 Nov 2008 06:12:00 GMT |
The Fly |
"I'm going to kill you," she stated with calm authority. "I'm not letting you get away this time. Today you're going to die." Holding her breath, the human became a statue, frozen into a premeditated ... Posted by on Fri, 14 Nov 2008 18:29:00 GMT |
Part 1 of a poem I wrote years ago while traveling alone across the island of Fiji... |
Fantasy scenery,
green, lush, tropical,
quickly passing
behind, next to,
around and in front
of me...
blue sky,
white clouds so high,
ocean delicious,
in the corner of my eye...
winding roads,
this bu... Posted by on Wed, 29 Oct 2008 07:33:00 GMT |
Part 2 of my bus ride across Fiji (you have to read Part 1 first!)... |
...the bus has stopped,
my sweat, no longer,
is dry...
I hear the chatter
of the market people,
and I'm no longer
wondering why,
I chose to be here,
in the middle of
somewhere,
doesn't matter,
as long... Posted by on Wed, 29 Oct 2008 07:13:00 GMT |