Let's Talk Baseball
Kelly and I are walking to our baseball game on a gorgeous Saturday afternoon. I'm carrying her equipment bag over one shoulder and she has her mitt tucked up under one arm. She looks like she's been playing ball all her life; she walks with that jaunty air of relaxed confidence. We're both silent, content to soak up the sound of the birds, the trees, the exuberant shouts of children ahead. She's wearing the St. Louis Cardinals colors: red hat, red shirt, white pants, red socks, black cleats read
It was ten o’clock before I finally left to do our family’s grocery shopping last night. In general, we try to avoid evening trips to Ralph’s. There have been enough incidents there at night that it is better to just not take the risk. But we needed to shop and this would be my only chance so I went ahead. As I backed out of our driveway, I noticed two young men on bikes, men I did not recognize as being from our neighborhood. They were circling around at the end of our street, and I had to ex read
He knew why he'd done it. He'd felt the anger boiling up inside him and had known he was about to flip. Falling into the icy water had been the only way to douse the flame of fury inside him. "I was angry," he mumbled to Reyna. "I needed to sort it out." An image flashed before his eyes; the last time he'd been that angry. Jodey Marsh had been making fun of him, winding him up and winding him up until Donny snapped and punched him square in the face. He remembered the look of shock on the ot read
I've been writing this one poem very slowly. It's not long, so I don't have a lot to show for it, but hopefully it will turn into something. I think it will be the 3rd in a series of shorter, slightly more visually fragmented poems (no long lines) that I want to expand on. Hopefully, though, the combinations of images and quiet statements waterfall down the poem in a way that'll soak you real good. The only way I can describe them: Kid Sized White Undershirt Poems. *** Little known facts: 1) W read
Let me know if this is good, kie? =) Name: Alicen Larson Age: 19 Appearance: A petite girl with strawberry blonde hair and brown eyes. A small mole rests on the side of her neck; her skin is tanned somewhat from working in the fields. She is usually seen in a normal farm girl’s wear, basically overalls and a checkered shirt with muddy black boots as well as a small locket with a picture of her family(Although it might change later on as the story progresses.). Race/planet: Human/ Earth (I lik read
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