Posts Tagged: Story

Grazed knees

A recurring dream is a particular dream that is experienced by a person multiple times over the course of their life. This dream is always the same. The same setting, the same characters, and it is derived from the same emotion. Some

Grazed knees

A recurring dream is a particular dream that is experienced by a person multiple times over the course of their life. This dream is always the same. The same setting, the same characters, and it is derived from the same emotion. Some

Alphabet

A blast concussed dynasties, everything felt glamorous. Hot ink, jutting, kneeling low. Malicious news on paper, quietly regaining strength. The unworthy victor’s words Xeroxed yesterday’s zeal.

Alphabet

A blast concussed dynasties, everything felt glamorous. Hot ink, jutting, kneeling low. Malicious news on paper, quietly regaining strength. The unworthy victor’s words Xeroxed yesterday’s zeal.

Our song

I step through the door, from the staircase onto the roof.  It’s the end of the movie.  I’m surrounded by the city lights, but it’s still dark.  The camera pans around me. Tides by The XX starts playing.  I have

Our song

I step through the door, from the staircase onto the roof.  It’s the end of the movie.  I’m surrounded by the city lights, but it’s still dark.  The camera pans around me. Tides by The XX starts playing.  I have

Placebo (part 2)

Standing outside, she rests her head against my shoulder.  I assess the rain.  A city like this is fit for strangers.  Looking down, I see an anchor reflected in the lights and puddles.  I feel seasick.  I wonder if there

Placebo (part 2)

Standing outside, she rests her head against my shoulder.  I assess the rain.  A city like this is fit for strangers.  Looking down, I see an anchor reflected in the lights and puddles.  I feel seasick.  I wonder if there

My tomorrow (part 2)

She gets up and walks towards the window.  She grabs her scarf from the chair and drapes it around herself.  The way the morning light reflects off of her naked body is poetic.  I follow her to the window, and I

My tomorrow (part 2)

She gets up and walks towards the window.  She grabs her scarf from the chair and drapes it around herself.  The way the morning light reflects off of her naked body is poetic.  I follow her to the window, and I

My tomorrow (part 1)

I see white.  A towel.  No.  A bathrobe, and you’re wrapped in it.  Sitting in the middle of the bed.  Your legs are crossed.  I’m sitting across from you.  We’re at the center of the room.  There’s a tv behind

My tomorrow (part 1)

I see white.  A towel.  No.  A bathrobe, and you’re wrapped in it.  Sitting in the middle of the bed.  Your legs are crossed.  I’m sitting across from you.  We’re at the center of the room.  There’s a tv behind

What’s the rush? What’s the rush, well…

You know it’s love when you can see a future with them. You just get that tingly feeling. And goddamn if you aren’t mapping out that future right now; what you want to do next week. What you want to

What’s the rush? What’s the rush, well…

You know it’s love when you can see a future with them. You just get that tingly feeling. And goddamn if you aren’t mapping out that future right now; what you want to do next week. What you want to

4×6 or A4?

A picture is worth a thousand words. I’d rather have the pages. All folded up and carried around in my wallet. The wrinkles and creases don’t distort the beauty of what’s written, they add to it. You can feel the

4×6 or A4?

A picture is worth a thousand words. I’d rather have the pages. All folded up and carried around in my wallet. The wrinkles and creases don’t distort the beauty of what’s written, they add to it. You can feel the

A modern classic

Blonde hair that’s darker at the roots Tied back, with a loose strand that’s swept behind her left ear Thick brown eyebrows Awnings above grey green eyes She’s given up on mascara, because it doesn’t last Useless really, like the

A modern classic

Blonde hair that’s darker at the roots Tied back, with a loose strand that’s swept behind her left ear Thick brown eyebrows Awnings above grey green eyes She’s given up on mascara, because it doesn’t last Useless really, like the

When you find me

Driving down the interstate with nowhere to go.  Exits pass me by, and all I want is a way out.  My body feels light.  That’s because my soul is soaring in the sky right outside the window.  It moves as

When you find me

Driving down the interstate with nowhere to go.  Exits pass me by, and all I want is a way out.  My body feels light.  That’s because my soul is soaring in the sky right outside the window.  It moves as