We’re back! Sorry for the silence! Happy 50th post! I am the lady that you first see when you walk in. I stand here for hours a day when there is absolutely no activity going on in the hotel. The hotel bar is directly in my line of sight, and the bartender is lucky.Continue reading “The Lady at the Hotel Counter”
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Wordless Wednesday: The Ride Home
I feel like writing words today. My verbal daydreaming. The ride home is peaceful, but only in a certain sense. Sitting in the passenger seat, you become oblivious to the person in the driver seat and become lost in a deep pool of thoughts about the past, the present and the future. The sunContinue reading “Wordless Wednesday: The Ride Home”
Homeless For A Day
New bed, am I right or am I right? ^ An Ode to A New Home. No, I was not actually homeless for a day. Perhaps this title was a little misleading. What I mean to depict is that I’m moving to a new house in a few days, and so the process of movingContinue reading “Homeless For A Day”
A houseplant is dying. Tell it why it needs to live.
Dear houseplant of mine: Life is better than death, that’s for sure. If there’s a chance that you can muster up your plant willpower and restore your health, you should. There’s always a risk that life has value. And you know that, otherwise you would have already let yourself wilt by now, correct? Oh IContinue reading “A houseplant is dying. Tell it why it needs to live.”
This Time Next Month
At this time next month, we’ll be counting down the seconds until a new year (assuming we live through the 2012 apocalypse scenario). I find that the New Year always brings about so many interesting mood swings and behavioral changes in everyone. Yet, it’s still a bit of a cliché. Celebrating the new year isn’tContinue reading “This Time Next Month”
What Happens As Time Passes
Coupons expire. Food molds. Hair grows. Tea gets cold. A song ends, and a new one starts. Children grow up. People age. Dust gathers. Seasons change. Paint dries, and Paint chips. Records are broken, Goals accomplished. A pen runs out of ink, The earth revolves around the sun. People fall in and out of love,Continue reading “What Happens As Time Passes”
What Does Writer’s Block Feel Like?
Author sidenote: A return to just plain ol’, creative writing to expand the brain. Before you get writer’s block, you sit at a computer typing rapidly, ignoring typing errors because you’re afraid to let your mind waver, because you have these ‘firefly moments’ that disappear as quickly as they come. Thoughts are flowing and bloodContinue reading “What Does Writer’s Block Feel Like?”
Guest Post: The Final Chapter of Fahrenheit 451
From its outer periphery, the city was desolate, yet beautiful. The city that rose into the air and fell had some sort of mystical property to it. Its remains had a bizarre, yet attractive quality that made Montag more intrigued than ever. From the inside, it was terrifying.
First Guest Post: The Tell-Tale TI-84
This is a parody of Edgar Allen Poe’s “The Tell-tale Heart” True! — angry — very, very dreadfully angry I had been and am; but why will you say that I am unintelligent? My environment had stripped me of my natural brilliance, and I never wished to commit my crime. It was, rather, a strokeContinue reading “First Guest Post: The Tell-Tale TI-84”
Baby Steps
“You should do it,” he urges. “Show them who you really are.” My voice trembling; “I’m not sure if I’m ready to go that far. The timing’s not right; it’s overdue; it’s too early.” “No more excuses,” he says, his smile all white and pearly.
Cat Zhang 