“Ah, why are there llamas? No, stop this, I don’t want this. Make the llamas stop.” “I’ve been drawing people blues dancing for far longer than I’ve been doing it myself.” “Miranda, you minx.” “Hey, you want to hear the best album known to man?” She begins to play the Paper Mario Soundtrack, and hasn’t stopped… Read More
I feel it again. That irresistible sensation sneaking up on me as if it never left. How silly I am to think that it ever left. That hollowness comes in, wanting to find something to fill it up again. Thing is, I refuse to allow it. I’ve been hurt too many times, been rejected too… Read More
I dream of listening to the sound of monotonous singe syllable Japanese speech from the train radio everyday. The bullet train takes me and you all the way from Edogawa to Tokyo in an one hour travel. And just like in those shoujo movies, I rest my head on your shoulder, my hand in yours.… Read More
The air rushed from me. Life passed in blurs. Landscapes meshed into one. The rumbling of the engine beneath me match in pace with my heartbeat. In this speed, there was a peace that you couldn’t compare to taking it slow. Everything was elevated. Wide open road with just me and the gas pedal between… Read More
Cologne encased the whole room. Smoke flowed through the air, vision was blurred in the fog. Cashmere suits were worn and matched with silk dresses. Cash rolled off fingers. Waiters shifted in the masses, sparkling wine spilling out of their hands. Blues blew in the haze, beating with the rhythm of your heart.
I knew the place, I remember the memories, but it didn’t feel the same. “What’s wrong?” I was asked. Truthfully, nothing was wrong. Everything was just different now. Or, I was just different now. The stairs that I raced down when I was a kid were mini in comparison to me. The creaks in the… Read More
light ignites, masses murmur, skyscrapers soar, constant stream of chaos, million men marching, sleepless slumber, siting on her throne, comfort of cold concrete, forgetful of the frozen, watching her world go by.
She munched slowly, savoring the sugar as it broke down in her mouth. Her phone alarm broke through her concentration, and she sneezed in surprise. Then she stared at her computer screen as it began to drip. The professor bustled through the center of campus, his short legs carrying him with surprising speed past the… Read More
She lugs a heavy, dripping garbage bag down the hall, trying not to let it touch her. She pretends not to notice the trail of crimson drips that it leaves behind on the linoleum floors. She figures it serves them right, anyway, for making her take the bag out. It was starting to smell awful.… Read More
Each year at Gustavus seems to go faster and faster and knowing that this is my final year as a student and that I will be graduating in the spring is scary. I don’t have a job lined up yet, although I’m in the process of finding one, I hate not knowing for sure what I will be doing and… Read More