Writer’s block party: Everyone hangs around with nothing to say, just listening to Muse.
She couldn’t write in her fevered state, beads of sweat collecting on her forehead like dewdrops on a spring rose, for every time her aching, swollen fingers scrambled across the keyboard, they simply sadjflsaidf akfjlda;sdijf a;sldjf;lskdj fjskld;afudsif sjfkla;sdkfj sdkjf sdf.s dfsdjiao. But in her mind, that meant something – a secret code, a cosmic language. … More asjdlf;asdkjflasidjf;as
During recess, Hannah Miller asked Kiran Patel if he would like to play “Shipwrecked” and pretend they were the only two people stranded together on a desert island. She stood on a mound of wet grass surrounded by a large pool of dark rainwater, her frizzy brown hair whipping in the wind, olive eyes wide … More Shipwrecked
Pari hated parties. She much preferred curling up on the sofa beneath her apple-print afghan with Bartholomew, her black lab, and watching reruns of Arrested Development. Or re-reading the Harry Potter series while sipping chamomile tea. But in truth, that’s what her life had come to: reruns and re-reads. A sweet but stale cycle. It … More The Movement
I’m just going with the flow; Where it leads, I don’t know where Maybe nowhere, But I’ll go wherever and grow Who knows which way the wind blows? That’s the way life goes…
I’m feelin’ this silliness Your willingness to be ridiculous is appealin’, a real plus They gonna be dealin’ with us, Free-wheelin’ from dawn till dust
We sat across from each other at the conference table, a round oak affair, and put on our business faces. I wore my fitted red pencil skirt and matching blazer – feminine but powerful – while he donned black slacks, a collared white shirt, and a mustache tie. What does a mustache tie look like, … More The Performance Review