a short story, a description, a character

November 15, 2009, 10:26 am
Filed under: Uncategorized

she dived into the churning waters below, and did not reappear.


written on tuesday, during class.
November 12, 2009, 10:45 am
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Today is too hot to concentrate. Tensions are running high. The slightest disagreement turns into a war. I want to go to the beach. To dive in the sea, a luxury i can’t have right now. As we sit in groups, teacher watching us, scowling. Her croaky voice cracks the still, humid air, screeching. We are told to ‘keep our voices down’ and ‘stay on topic’.

The boiling heat makes it hard to breathe. the air is so still. Sweat, drips off foreheads, onto papers, handwriting becomes blurred.

The clock moves so slowly. Sometimes, it doesn’t move at all.

My bare thighs stick to the chair. I gently stretch my legs, and they unstick.

Most of the class has gone to get things or whatever, I don’t know. I stand up and stretch, and move away from the table. I lie face down on the floor, my head turned. I stare out the floor to ceiling window and see the sun, the sun scorching and burning. The grass, once so green, reduced to patches of prickly yellow points.

The carpet I’m lying on feels all bristly, but it looks soft. I can feel my body expanding over the ground as I shift my position.

i wrote this during class…
November 12, 2009, 10:26 am
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Looking at the room from a sideways angle, I listen to the chatter. Groups of tables, placed roughly in the corners of the small room, with the teachers table up the front and a small amount of space in the middle. The teacher walks between the groups, but i think she has given up on us.

November 11, 2009, 11:07 am
Filed under: a poem? kind of.

i tried to see how many gb your iPod was, but you plastered the back with stickers of you and your boyfriend.

November 11, 2009, 11:04 am
Filed under: a poem? kind of.

on the bathroom walls,

drawings and comments fill the spaces,

until a fresh coat of paint is applied,

and we all start again.

November 11, 2009, 10:33 am
Filed under: completely unconnected descriptions

The sound of the restaurant echoed around him. In one hand, he held a half empty wine glass. In the other, a pencil scribbled furiously in a tiny notebook. He paused and took a sip from the wine glass. The wall was painted red, and the room was warm. Chatter filled the air.

November 11, 2009, 10:03 am
Filed under: completely unconnected descriptions

The parade carried on past the darkened alleyway. The twirling, bright colours, cheers and waving didn’t notice the small, bedraggled body lying in the dirt. Her eyelid twitched, and she lay still.