Monday, March 30, 2009

The assignment: Write a random paragraph about anything, using sentences 7 words or less. 100-150 words.

There was something about this mirror. She carried it everywhere. It was under one arm, barely safe. One would think a compact could suffice. “No, no,” she would plead. “My vanity does not get the best of me. I am humble.” Her pleas were earnest. They were not heard, though. She had a heavy mirror under arm. It was very true. It was covered in rust flakes. It looked unloved, a plain speculation. However, it went from couch to couch. She went from couch to couch. It would never smash, she often thought. Things that precious are not taken away. And that was very wrong.

Thursday, March 26, 2009

I did not talk two years ago, my tongue was paralyzed. Thorough communication was only viable through means of the written word.
There is nothing erroneous with the sealed mouth life-style, yet
it is an ineffable phenomenon to freely open your mouth