Monday, August 24, 2009
Monster Truck Monday
"There are two ways to pass a hurdle: leaping over or plowing through... There needs to be a monster truck option." - Jeph Jacques
Sunday, August 23, 2009
Friday, August 21, 2009
Friday Funkday
No one had ever told me the right things to say. So when I stood in front of my best friend's casket and looked down, I was frozen. But I knew what I really wanted to tell her... that it was my fault.
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Monday, August 17, 2009
Sunday, August 16, 2009
Sunday Funday
I stare at the ticket. "Harold," I say, quietly. "You've won."
He runs his shaking hand through his thin blond hair. "Yeah. But I can't turn it in."
"Why?"
He looks away.
He runs his shaking hand through his thin blond hair. "Yeah. But I can't turn it in."
"Why?"
He looks away.
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
Right of Passage
Jeremy clutched the passport, knowing his way should be clear. A new country, a clean start. If only Vanessa hadn't tried to stop him.
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
Monday, August 10, 2009
Sunday, August 9, 2009
Friday, August 7, 2009
Friday Funkday
Ted stepped onto the sagging cabin porch and straight into a wall of funk.
"Holy Smacks, what is that smell?"
"Holy Smacks, what is that smell?"
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
Monday, August 3, 2009
Monday Muse
"...My playhouse is underneath
Our house, & I hear people
Telling each other secrets."
from Venus's-flytraps by Yusef Komunyakaa
Our house, & I hear people
Telling each other secrets."
from Venus's-flytraps by Yusef Komunyakaa
Labels:
childhood memories,
Monday Prompt,
poetry prompt
Sunday, August 2, 2009
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