size Matters

I was crouched down in front of the fridge that was defrosted two days prior. I had nothing to do with it, nor was I around when it was thought to be a good idea to turn a refrigerator off, with no bucket underneath and no rags.  But it was not my practice, nor place […]

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swim away or jump right in

the plank was rainbow colored as if it had been chopped off  a tree in rainbow Brite’s garden. “Step Ahead, lass” he roared while i hesitated. he wasn’t the usual Captain Hook i had imagined. instead of a beard he wore a more modern goute that the local Starbucks barista had fashioned. he was actually […]

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I’m no Cinderella

He was angry. I sat in silence for about another few minutes before I felt compelled to say something. “What’s the matter?” I said before elegantly taking a sip of my Starbucks. He took a deep sigh. “You know what is. You don’t feel the same way as me.” He took out his cellphone and […]

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Thoughts from wonderland (part 1)

i look around the room. he’s got me tied up with licorice wheels or what were licorice wheels, rather. he lurks behind a makeshift desk constructed out of a snack table and neon colored folding lawn chair that i probably sat in while dancing to the Spice girls in the 90s. he slurped his slushy […]

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That Coat

I went through my closet And stumbled upon that grey coat. It’s been a year since I had last seen you. Since I last wore it. I stuffed it away to the back of the closet with all the other memories. I still can grasp your scent from it. The button you snapped off is […]

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Midnight memories

It was raining outside, so we sat in the car parked outside of the botanical gardens. He held my hand gingerly in his. “So what about us?” What do you mean “us” I angrily thought. Some girl wears a diamond on her finger as a recent gift from you, and you still have the nerve […]

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