these are the beginnings to the novels i'll never write.



these are the beginnings to the novels i'll never write.
three hundred sixty five stories that begin and never end.

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Showing posts with label freedom. Show all posts
Showing posts with label freedom. Show all posts

Saturday, July 24, 2010

Muse 122: cat and mouse


They said to never let them catch you skinny-dipping. Don't let them catch you; don't ever let them, they warned ambiguously. Frankly, we didn't give a shit. The three of us went to the lake and stripped for the other three boys to see. We dared them to follow us into the cool collection, staring at the clouds while keeping an eye on them. That caused our eyes to go batshit for a while before they splashed into the water, coming after us, swimming underneath us for a good scare. The boys caught us, by choice. And no one else did, so we went again.

Monday, April 26, 2010

Muse 82: Birds

found via brightdawns

I hated her, I hated how she seemed to act as if she represented mankind, humanity, as if her thoughts were running along some frequency that everyone - but me - was logged onto. It's freedom we deserve, she always said, we shouldn't be oppressed with this government bullshit. Sometimes I would tell her to just be grateful, be aware of how much freedom we actually got in America, but she snapped at me, quoting from the terrible book about being some sort of flower. "We have what we have," she snapped, "and so what's the point in comparing it to others?" She always made more sense than I wanted to credit her for, so I let the argument slide. And I told her that I didn't want to talk about it anymore, so she dropped the topic and turned on her television and we flipped through all 500 channels. 

Wednesday, April 7, 2010

Muse 71: On the Line

found via ahmebertiee

"You'll get electrocuted," he cried out as Amelie climbed the ropes. Her limbs, trained by the awkward career of pole dancing, were nimble as she maneuvered smoothly with no regard to the danger. As she shook the ropes, the birds flew away. They flew straight towards the sky as Amelie twisted her body among the wires. Somehow she fit right on top, the wires supported her weight, and she sat like a queen over a nest. His worries faded as he stood below her in awe. She could fall so easily but she never did.