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Posted on November 27th, 2012

Miss drew the line. It was vertical and oddly straight. The shading from the pencil was thick, never wavering its size and she wished she could be in that line, or at least on the other side of it. These drawings were such personal endeavors. She wasn’t an artist, but she liked these projects, these experiments that required only one warm, hunched body. This time was different though because she had company. Mister was sitting across from her and he was drawing a house, she could see that clearly. Miss stopped herself because she was about to draw one as well and she thought it would be too strange if they both had the same ideas. She turned the paper ninety degrees and thought…

Run Away

Posted on November 10th, 2012

When you’re young, they tell you it takes practice. They tell you not to worry if you lose. They tell you there will be other opportunities. Take chances. No regrets. Be trite when you’re in a corner. When you do finally win, your trainer will tell you to be humble and to expect the rules and the players to change, rotate, and evolve – to become better than you. Because when you do win, when you collect your coins and put them in your front left pocket for everyone to see, you are still just another player in a world of them. And even if the coins glow this bright red color, seen right through your white-collared shirt, most people disregard it, because we’re…

Slowly Sinking, Wasting

Posted on November 6th, 2012

At one point I think, in everyone’s lives, there comes a series of moments where spending time in a quiet place, like the top of a mountain or within an attic, becomes a priority. My early twenties were like that. I had myself a mediocre pond, which was technically in a park, but I didn’t pay the park much attention. It was always filled with these bouncing children, their loud and giggly mothers, and tamed dogs. I was in between jobs, in between classes, in between interesting people, and I always thought it was very funny how I always felt like there was always something to be “in between.” And at the same time, I’d feel terribly selfish because it wasn’t like I was…