Monday, February 22, 2010
Living the Beat
It came as naturally as breathing to me. Twirling the sticks in my hand or crashing down on the tom tom was second nature to me. Even the base was like the beat of my heart. I came alive with ever hit, bang, and tap.
Monday, February 15, 2010
First Meetings
When I touch his hand now days it reminds me of the first time I held his hand. Which then leads me to the first time we met. I had been getting out of a taxi at...
Labels:
ad libbing,
creative writing,
first meetings,
holding hands,
love
Monday, February 8, 2010
Fascinating
I touched the object in front of me unsure if I should touch it again. I looked up to mother, she smiled and I instantly knew I could continue moving it through my hands. How was this possible? Did mother know holding light in your hands was a miracle within it's self? She didn't seem as impressed by the lights, but with every glance I gave her She smiled back reassuring and calm.
Labels:
ad lib,
creative writing,
fascinating,
lights
Monday, February 1, 2010
My choice of Poison
As the bartender poured me a glass the drink seemed to take on a life of it's own. All I had to do was take the glass, put it to my lips, and drink. How hard could it be?
Monday, January 25, 2010
Monday, January 18, 2010
Out of Time
With Only seconds left to get there I raced as quickly as I could pushing myself further with every ounce of energy I could muster. I didn't know if I had enough time, but not trying to make it wasn't an option. I wanted to be here and I wanted it bad enough to fight for it...
Monday, January 11, 2010
Like a Bat Out of Hell
She was beautiful and perfect. Checking to see if anyone was watching, I hopped in. I pulled several wires out from underneath the steering wheel. I worked to find the gray ignition wire. Stripped the plastic from the it. Tapped it to the metal base. Where it started immediately. My foot hit the gas peddle as quick as it could. With the loud revving engine and the squealing burnout I was sure the owner knew by now his car had been stolen. The car was in pristine condition, with every turn and twist of the road she seemed to become smoother with each increase of speed.
I rolled up to the abandoned barn...
I rolled up to the abandoned barn...
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