August 2012
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Short story!
So, I haven’t written a short story in quite sometime. However, an old flame and I reconnected briefly last week. We exchanged small talk. I realized I hadn’t written a short story since him. He managed to inspire me without even trying. Richard, I wish you and your soon to be wife many years of happiness.
So here is a link just for you blog/twitter followers!
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n-a-u-t-i-c-a-l-nonsense:
I don’t remember when I first breathed you in or when your particles collided with mine it may have been that night in December when the steel around your skin cracked.
And you smiled down at me speaking words that no one dared ever speak
The air around us burst with heat and neon and for a split second my blood turned radioactive
It felt strange to shine.
- Day...
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n-a-u-t-i-c-a-l-nonsense:
There once was a girl whom wasn’t tied up tight enough Her hair was loose and hung messily from her head she could never quite tame it Her words were just as loose and much messier they got her into trouble and sometimes lead her out
On occasion she thinks of what life would be if she were collected and perfect with not a single hair out of place.
But not everyone...
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Drunk cousins, and old people.
I’m struggling. Unashamed to admit it.
I have a wedding to attend next month. It’s a big deal because it is the wedding of a friend who I had a falling out with. We haven’t seen each other since November last year? Sounds about right.
I’m very excited to see her. And her husband. And family.
However, I hate attending a wedding alone.
It’s one of the worst things...
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I didn’t want this.
I was completely fine leaving things the way they were.
You had to ruin this.
I was fine floating through life leaving these skeletons in the past.
Out of sight. Out of mind.
But here we are.
Stirring up the dust of things that were better left behind.
Better left unsaid.
Instead we’ll leave this dialogue open.
To pick up again at any given time.
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Communication.
I do believe it is a lost art.
We’re so busy using illuminated screens to convey our feelings. Cellphones. Tablets. Laptops. It’s horrible.
I miss the days where you got butterflies before calling someone the first time.
The days when you walked outside to check your mail. The hand written letter displaying the penmanship of someone dear to you.
The face to face...
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Loud and proud.
For those who don’t know, I’m on a weight loss journey. So far i’ve lost fifteen pounds, and have 25-30 pounds until I’m back in a happy/healthy range for my height.
It’s not easy but it makes me feel amazing. I’m feeling more confident and beautiful. More importantly, I feel HEALTHY. I’ve had to work my butt off to have the things I do, and if i’m...
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A different kind of journey...
Almost three months ago, I had a friend convince me to “visit” her gym. I went to get my free pass, and ended up getting a membership the first day.
I didn’t want to.
I made up a million and one excuses to this man on why I didn’t need one, but his rebuttals made me realize that I was unhappy.
Unhappy with my size. My lifestyle. The way I ate.
I signed up that day.
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