rain and wind, lightning and thunder, snow and ice, dawn, dusk and moonlight — days dance by and become years before i realize they are gone. small whisper-green leaves drink sunlight greedily and strengthen into a roaring chorus in the treetops, only to weaken, drooping in a final defiant blaze of color before they drop,…
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sticks
hello. … hello. i see you have a stick. … so? i also have one. … and? it is cold. … a little. we could rub our sticks together. … why? to make fire. … for what cause? to warm our skins. … and when the sticks are burned? we shall be warm. we shall…
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dear squirts, i bought us a copy of winnie the pooh the other day. i say “us” because i haven’t read it but promise to read it to you once upon a time in the land of someday. we’ll have secret toast and tea and honey and marmalade and loll about on the grass like…
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he took the path of least resistance; she took the path of most amusement. consequently, they never met.
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“hello, trouble.” “we’re using nicknames now? very well. hello, goner.” “why goner?” “why trouble?” “i asked first.” “fine. because you are.” “in what way?” “oh, come on. don’t tell me you’re going to play oblivious now.” “i’m not playing anything. i’m not even pretending to know what you’re talking about. i just asked you a…
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“you know, you don’t have to keep doing this.” “doing what?” “explaining.” “explaining?” “explaining situations. reassuring people. what do you think they’ll think?” “who said i thought they think anything?” “you did.” “no i didn’t. when?” “only for the past twenty minutes.” “what?” “every time it even remotely could come up as a question you…
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“… it was one of those moments when your heart gives a wrench and you suddenly feel like you can’t breathe, and all you can manage to say is … ‘oh.’” “and?” “and … what?” “and what is the point?” “what do you mean, ‘what is the point’?” “what sort of reaction were you hoping…
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supposedly imitation is the sincerest form of flattery. it’s fun every so often to find a piece of writing or poetry that inspires you and then play with it using your own words. i did that once with a lovely love poem — it was shy and happy, and i re-wrote it in antonyms. of…
Read Moretruth’s stranger than fiction … if you word it correctly
once upon a time, there was a girl who was very sleepy and liked coffee and books and ruins of castles or abbeys or things like that, and music. that was a lot of things to like, but she managed to find time for them all. anyhow, once upon a sleepy monday, she was even more…
Read Morenotes from a darkened room
can i write in the dark? i do not mind the dark except it makes it hard to see the lines on which my pen is running. i do not mind the dark, because being in the dark with people i don’t know is almost as good as being alone. if you can’t see the…
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