deathbeforedigital: i hope Rick Santorum passes out with his shoes on at a party and his friends draw dicks all over his face. I hope Rick Santorum puts on his favorite pair of jeans fresh out of the dryer only to discover that they’re still damp in the crotch and he gets a really bad rash from all the chafing.
deathbeforedigital: i hope Rick Santorum’s cat always puts its butt in his face. Danny is *killing* me right now.
distant-signals: With your small legs tucked up tight against mine, the smooth skin of your back lapping like gentle waves against my lowest ribs in time with with your slow and easy breath, I of course think of spoons. The similarity in shape is an easy leap, but not the only one I make - I think of function, of purpose and of intent. Of this simple design but clever tool, the implement shaped...
eversonpoe: i don’t remember exactly when it occurred, but it was certainly one of the cruelest things you did. we drove with our friend joe in the car to ben’s house to have a few drinks. i only had one, since i was the designated driver, but you three all had an abundance. i don’t even remember what night of the week it was. ben’s was quieter and darker than usual. he had the house to...
No progress photos tonight.
I’m not 100% finished with the room yet, so I’ll show you all what it looks like tomorrow when everything is put back together. Good nzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz…..
Story Time Saturday: Weight
mollypeck: On the left: your car, which ought be heavy (but is now missing) - replaced by a title pawn slip and a false police report. On the right: coincidence and optimism, which are lighter, in fact, than Fate. On the left: two boxes of porn (the really degrading kind, much heavier than you would assume at first, heavier by the mile, heavier at every rest stop). On the right: both of us...
Story Time Saturday - Weight
gazzamie: A little over a decade ago i started developing issues with eating. Not psychological ones, but actually keeping food down. I would eat, and then i would feel like i had to throw up - and i did. The group i hung around with then would laugh at me, and i didn;t take it too seriosuly at first, because otherwise i felt fine. Even the thought of eating fries made me feel like...
Story Time Saturday : Weight
creativityninja: The report fell from her hands. Did she tell, did she wait? A million thoughts raced through her mind. The letter said to remain silent and to wait until they knew more…it could be nothing, it could be everything… She frowned. How can that be fair?
Maybe it's all the paint fumes
but I just wiped some excess paint from my brush onto my roller and it felt obscene.
I’ve been working on getting my room painted for five straight hours, and I don’t even have the first coat of primer on yet. I’m also completely covered in a layer of fine white powder. Carry on with your day, friends. I’ll post photos of progress before I drop dead tonight.
dovryn: Outside his cabin, people were starting to build up. The news team had done three reports this morning already, I thought they would be done by now. I didn’t expect to get this kind of reaction. Read More
Story Time Saturday: Weight
lynchianbedhead: The air was heavy at the bottom of your lungs. It sank through, carrying forgotten sensations with it. It pulls, it passed over your unfathomable insides, new depths, it has its own gravity, it can pull you any way with its weight.
(Late) STS prompt:
What Lot's Wife Would Have Said (If She Wasn't A...
eating-poetry: Do you remember when we met in Gomorrah? When you were still beardless, and I would oil my hair in the lamp light before seeing you, when we were young, and blushed with youth like bruised fruit. Did we care then what our neighbors did in the dark? When our first daughter was born on the River Jordan, when our second cracked her pink head from my body like a promise, did...
(Late) Story Time Saturday
writethreehundredsixtyfive: You said everything would be ok… We believed what you told us. There isn’t any point in getting upset about it now, is there. We all knew the rules were subject to change. We all allowed that to become the status quo. So why question it now? There was so much optimism back then, we thought we could make the world the place we dreamed. Then we dreamed our lives...
This one I'm giving away for free
flavorcountry: weakmeatstrongeat: I’m having a really hard time coping with the fact that at least 25% of the people who walk into my work are a bunch of idiots from Moronville on planet Stupid in the I Don’t Know How To Act In Public galaxy. Why would anyone think it’s acceptable to take the only container of sugar from the communal sugar and cream area to their table and keep it there?! As...
I’m having a really hard time coping with the fact that at least 25% of the people who walk into my work are a bunch of idiots from Moronville on planet Stupid in the I Don’t Know How To Act In Public galaxy. Why would anyone think it’s acceptable to take the only container of sugar from the communal sugar and cream area to their table and keep it there?! As if they need to...
Two blocks on Howard Street
deathbeforedigital: weakmeatstrongeat: - A woman walking with two young girls (presumably her daughters): “Ooh, I’m off work! I’m gonna get drunk!” - A man walking down the street, casually eating a gingerbread house. - A young man, 18-22, sitting in his sports car blasting 50s doo-wop. My boss lives on Howard, and his “my story beats your story” crowning glory is from the night maybe 4...
Two blocks on Howard Street
- A woman walking with two young girls (presumably her daughters): “Ooh, I’m off work! I’m gonna get drunk!” - A man walking down the street, casually eating a gingerbread house. - A young man, 18-22, sitting in his sports car blasting 50s doo-wop.
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"You said everything would be OK."
Submission from elecronicalrattlebag: She walked back to the station, the replays going through her head, feeling light, transcendental, avoiding morose. Was there much to say? The weekend had run away with itself somewhat, the laughing, the vanity and the music. She could see people getting hurt, wrapped up in their own immaculate expectations, the internal maths not being fulfilled. HJ...
Just not Today
dovryn: A poem for a busy day. Read More
Yay Story Time!
This week, your prompt is: “You said everything would be okay.”
GDSP #7 Prompt
guestdirectedself: Howdy, y’all. mortalcompass, here. I am going to introduce an element of chance to this prompt. (In reality, I had two I couldn’t decide between… so the forces of fate will decide for me… and you. Dun-dun-duuunnnnnnnn) You will flip a coin. (Yeah yeah, I know that coin tosses aren’t 50-50… but whatever. Just flip the coin, nerds. Hehehe.) “Heads” - Inside “Tails” - Outside ...
I wish I had listened to the rain on my skylight this morning when it said “ssssssssssssstay in bed….ssssssssstay in bed…….”
Story Time Saturday: Shut In
lynchianbedhead: There’s always been more in my head than there is outside. I have more in me than anyone else could give me; if they opened up far enough to give me who they were, it’d tear them apart. I wouldn’t be able to read it, it’s not my language, my language is mine. I can’t explain it to you, it doesn’t fit into words, you don’t need it. The depth, the pressure of me would crush you....
Story Time Saturday
writethreehundredsixtyfive: February 12th 2012 Shut in… Even if I told you everything. You would never know the half of how it is for me. I breathe in and out slowly and wait for the panic to subside. There is a deafening roar in my ears. It’s okay, I know it is my own blood, and because of this I know I am okay, still alive, still pushing oxygen to my brain, however unlikely that would...
lynchianbedhead asked: I have a Story Time Saturday post ready. It's been a bit of a struggle sometimes clicking the create post button, these are getting way personal. But it's better putting it out there.
Story Time Saturday : Shut In
creativityninja: She gazed across the table at me. ”Do you remember the time we ran through the woods away from your parents? That was insane.” I smiled. Yes, I remembered. The woods had smelled like dust and rot but I ran anyway, even though I really didn’t want to run away, I wanted to run to my parents and hug them and tell them I was wrong. Her pull had been too strong back then. “Yes,...
The Shell of a Man
deistbrawler: He used to be different. He used to go to work. He used to hang out with friends. He used to explore new things. He was the kind of person that enjoyed going hiking. Who was not opposed to a camping trip or a day out shooting. He dreamed of traveling. Of meeting new people. Of seeing the world. One day he wanted to be famous. He wanted people to shout his name and photographers to...
STS submission from Dovryn (and a continuation of a previous story): The van is downstairs. Every few minutes a couple of goons in red jumpsuits pop in and take another piece of furniture or two. This time it was the old lamp desks. Before that, it was my new bookshelf. ‘Paid by the hour’ so these guys are apparently going to soak it up. That’s fine, I’m not paying for...
My blog sucks lately because I’ve been moving and have only had time to reblog the cool things other people are posting and complain like a jerk about other people enjoying a TV show. Help make my blog cooler by telling me stories so I can post them here, okay? Theme this week: shut in (Just a reminder: if you don’t see your story reblogged here, it’s because I don’t...