11.28.2010

Kitchen

This will be my house. Hands down. :)


11.25.2010

woodland

this is just cool


I want this bed ....
that is all

11.22.2010

Flash Fiction

I have been reading some flash fiction online. Basically it's short stories in 100 words or less. I decided to try my hand at some. Here's the outcome.

Golf cart

The wheels were turning slowly when Em tried to grab on but her foot slipped a little. Flip-flops didn’t have the best grip. The tiers kicked up dirt when Jaye gunned it, she liked to do that. Em flipped her onto her back, there was a second of panic where she dragged on the gravel before letting go. There was only a tiny bit of blood, on her elbow and knee. She looked back, grinning and laughing, as the vehicle careened into the trees. Lydia’s arms flailed in panic. “I thought you died!” she wailed, sincerely crying.

camp

Liv’s dad carried in her bags, a whole train of them, one was just for shoes. The cabin was filled with so many that Brittany looked worried, but in an about-to-laugh kind of way because there was no walking space. The beds creaked loudly every time they rolled over. They laughed when they were walking to the beach at 6am, shivering, with blue lips, in the rain. Still, after a while nobody volunteered to be spinal victims even after promises of McDonalds fries. They laughed every night when they mopped the kitchen floor listening to Mika. And finally, when it got unbearably hot, Taylor had to go eat Mike & Ikes in front of his fan.


Via Rail

The train chugs down the line.

“Mom, I’m hungry,” says eyes peering over seat.

“What was your favorite part? Did you like epcot center?” the father says sweetie every second word.

Families are everywhere. And I'm moving farther and father away from mine.


grown up?

My daughter, wears ripped jeans and black eye liner. The door slams at 3am. She stuffed her ballerina shoes in the attic last week. I don’t know who she is anymore.

11.14.2010

Table talk

I'd flip myself'
inside out
for you

Even though
your arms
are like sandpaper

Addicted to the fixed
grin
and of eating;
in and out of
your mind

I get heartburn every time

and I chew and I chew and I chew and
I can never get the taste of you

11.10.2010