So… April was my worst month yet. I’m very upset about the fact that I was constantly behind. I am actually writing this a week late, but I’ll backdate it so you can’t tell. In April, I participated in the A to Z Challenge, hosted over here. Basically, every day in April I wrote a… Continue reading April Wrap-Up (Day 127)
“Where did all the good go? Baby, this is where you’re dead wrong” -“Here’s to the Zeroes” by Marianas Trench He was righteously angry, blood simmering to a boil, hands and heart hot to the touch. Her voice was in his head- “There’s nothing left, Michael, you’ve just got to accept that,” Becca had sighed.… Continue reading Day 121: Zeroes
my hair is cornsilk my skin is cream my fields are gold no day is grey. I laugh, dance spin like a child- untouchable on a sepia day. I don’t know what tomorrow will be like- but I know today will stay.
soft petals coarse leaves like sunbursts from a stem bold flowers clustered like friends reaching for the light in lazy summer heat and baked clay dirt the muddy backdrop of their triumph.
What would wickedness look like, if it were tangible? If you could touch it- even if only to throw it in the garbage bin- how would it feel? It could be sharp: hundreds of knives cutting, wounding, slicing their way through everything to wreak destruction. It could be smooth: silky, luscious, seducing its way in… Continue reading Day 118: Wicked
Violetta. Purple, it meant. Some of her more tried and true American friends, those whose families had been Americans for generations, laughed a little about it sometimes. “So fancy, so Italian,” they teased. “Why not just Violet?” Violetta always smiled with them, for she knew they meant well. It wasn’t as odd as other names,… Continue reading Day 117: Violetta
Today it began to drip- who knew it wouldn’t stop? The city seems colder in the damp. A girl picks her way from the cab, feeling drops down her collar. Stop! A black sheet, metal spokes, a kind hand. Where will the umbrella of a stranger lead her?