Sight (Wednesday, November 21st, 2007)
I am just another person walking down the corridor. The floor tiles are wide. It takes me three strides to make it from one tile to the next. The people next to me are a blur. They walk quickly on their way to their designated office space. No one wants to be standing around when [...]
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Our Bodies Were Both Made of Wood (Wednesday, October 24th, 2007)
The motionless girl who sat slumped on a three-legged stool in the corner, her wild braids hiding her identity, was a thief. Her skirt, woolen, was stolen from sheep. Her shoes, leather, were stolen from cows. Her body, wooden, was stolen from trees. She was surrounded by inkwells, reams of papers, and feathers that [...] Posted in Writing | No Comments »
The motionless girl who sat slumped on a three-legged stool in the corner, her wild braids hiding her identity, was a thief. Her skirt, woolen, was stolen from sheep. Her shoes, leather, were stolen from cows. Her body, wooden, was stolen from trees. She was surrounded by inkwells, reams of papers, and feathers that [...] Posted in Writing | No Comments »
Soap Cure (Tuesday, October 23rd, 2007)
I am well-equipped for the task ahead of me. I like to wear those silly pink latex gloves with sparkly fur trim even though I know that extra frills like those really won’t help me conquer the piles of dishes that had appeared on the fake marble counter top the night before. I say “appeared” as [...] Posted in Writing | No Comments »
I am well-equipped for the task ahead of me. I like to wear those silly pink latex gloves with sparkly fur trim even though I know that extra frills like those really won’t help me conquer the piles of dishes that had appeared on the fake marble counter top the night before. I say “appeared” as [...] Posted in Writing | No Comments »