MikeyMikey was making machine-gun noises as he smashed his Lego airplanes into each other.Mikey
"Nyerrrrrrrrrrrr - TATATATATATATA!" Mikey's brow furrowed in deep concentration. The black airplane, piloted by a Civil War soldier, was spinning towards the carpet. It was inches away and Mikey took a big, dramatic breath for the explosion.
"Mikey?" The white bedroom door swung open and his dad looked in.
"KER-PSHHHHHHHH!"
Legos went flying.
"Hey, Buster." Mikey's dad took a few ginger steps into the room. He was barefoo
A Lunch"I think," Carol pauses, fork inches from her mouth, "I am in love."A Lunch
"Love?" Her daughter asks, doing a poor job of hiding her immediate discomfort.
"Yes. His name is Billy and I met him at karaoke a couple months ago." Carol tells her excitedly. Now that she has finally worked up the nerve to mention him, she wants to tell Brittany about everything.
"Oh. Well, what's he like? Is he cute?" Brittany tries to smile as she asks the standard girly questions.
"Oh yeah! He's got dark brown hair and a goatee.&
Crazy EyesIt scares me that my eyes are going crazy.Crazy Eyes
People abuse that word: crazy. Crazy is used to describe anything slightly out of the ordinary - maybe an object with too much color, or a poem with an unusual structure. Crazy is used to describe anyone that laughs a lot, or does a lot of drugs, or gets angry over the smallest thing. But that's not crazy! These are just oddities, and there's a difference.
Crazy is supposed to mean, quite literally, insane. And in the case of my eyeballs, crazy is an appropriate word.
My right eye started t
The Angriest Dog in the WorldEvery day after school, little Laura H. walks home with Jessica C. and Allie (no initial), two girls that live up the street. Jessica C. and Allie are insufferably close friends, being children of the type of mom that insisted on scheduling play dates as soon as their children could walk. Laura H.'s own mom works long hours downtown, so she never heard about these play dates around the neighborhood. As a result, the little girl is not very good friends with the other kids on her block and feels slightly uncomfortable during the walks home. In a few years, she will encounter the term Third Wheel andThe Angriest Dog in the World
Whipper, SnapperJeannette airplaned spoonful after tiny spoonful of strained carrots through chubby lips. Chubby pink, soft, smiling lips. No teeth behind. They belonged to Timothy, her son.Whipper, Snapper
“Oopsie daisy! Somebody is dribbling!” exclaimed Jeannette. Animated, excited, extremely fatigued. She wiped off the (chubby, pink, soft, smiling) lips with Timothy's bib. It was covered with carroty choo-choo trains. Then resumed spooning orange puree (roughly one half-gallon's worth (nine 4 oz. jars) in a salad bowl).
“Momom, you're going to have to spoon faster or I will scream. Goo goo blooblub,” said Timothy, spewing his
rainbows.this is the story of the butterfly.rainbows.
he paints rainbows of loveless reds. of fallen purples and &#
Hoping for Sly22 July 2009Hoping for Sly
I'm sad, you know that Sly? It's weird to think this, but I'm kind of jealous that my girlfriend can hear her plushies talk back.
I know we just got you, a gift from my girlfriend, no less. Yes, the very same. I should give you time to get to know me better, and I, you, perhaps.
I hope you come to trust me, and show me you've got a voice too.
[He pauses for several very long moments, nearly a minute, before continuing.]
Oh well. Take all the time you need. Good night, Sly.
23 July 2009
Well, another day here and gone, Sly. I hope you had p
Hooray!
Delighted
I'm adding you to my watch list and there is very little you can do about it.
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