Monthly Archives: February 2011

#8: bright and colorful

she stands before it, transfixed. slowly the man removes the case, the latches unbuckling unceremoniously as if they no longer care for this ceremony. but to her, it is her first, hence, it marks the start of a ritual to … Continue reading

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#7: half-full/half-empty

she brews a jug of black death, its fumes lazily curling around her in an embrace. outside, it is a stretch of endless white, pale, pure, pristine, unmarred. wait for the morning, he says last night as his arms encircle … Continue reading

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#6: Rachmaninov’s Piano Concerto No. 3

this will be the hardest thing you have ever done in your life. perhaps it will take two full years of concentration to be confident enough to scale such heights. or two decades of your life. maybe even two centuries. … Continue reading

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#5: bunny in a bunny suit

so what are you going to do? the machine asks idly as he drops more of them into the box. eyes as wide as saucers, cheeks flushed pink, the rabbit looks up at the machine and shrugs, still clutching the … Continue reading

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#4: the daring strains of this human sphere-dance

her body sings with his, sings to the sound of a cosmic symphony, of oneness and wholeness, of being nothing more than a mere speck seen from the telescope of entirety yet a contributing part to the complete. her heart … Continue reading

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Prompt #3: double-dip

It was first coined by a Norwegian during a meeting to describe the same instruction being repeated within the same document. Technically it was a wanton misuse of the term but its effect was felt like a runaway train. Suddenly … Continue reading

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Day#4: the daring strains of this human sphere-dance

That evening, the weather was in two minds. The city was awash in its ambiguous light, like everything that is in-between. The young woman in grey coat was pleasantly surprised when he bought her pink roses from the old lady … Continue reading

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