can we address the elephant in the room
its really rude to talk about girls like that
An Anchor Point (n.): An advantageous location or point, usually a barrier to fire spread, from which to start constructing fireline.
The crumpled paper shook slightly like a trembling leaf about to fall. She took a breath, it caught in her throat, then she began.
“Paper lighthouses are taking over my life. The light burning with indifference as my heart burns. My soul on fire. Cry, cry electric heat. Radiate from my neck, down my spine and to the arches of my feet and make me dance. Don’t forgive. Don’t forget.”
There was mournful news out of Sweden with the announcement that the world’s oldest known European eel had passed away recently at the age of 155, after living through two world wars, the Cold War, disco, punk, grunge, and the advent of the Internet. Read more
I love this. You know what they say: that’s a moray.
A mist rose from the Michigan sound and chilled my core. The wood beneath my fingers groaned the deep, hollow moan of a structure holding weight that it wasn’t meant to support. Moments earlier I had been forced over the edge with a shrill scream, begging for mercy. Now it seemed as though I had it coming. As the sun disappeared behind the clouds, the air became calm. My racing mind slowed, and I…
When I was thirteen years old my parents took me to see Alex & Emma. At the time, I could not fathom how this romantic comedy about a struggling writer and the stenographer that would save him from loan sharks would pave the path to my future. Having recently celebrated my thirteenth birthday, I was somehow eligible by the powers that…