these five minutes
Friday, July 24, 2015
The Four Agreements
Don Miguel Ruiz
I first met Will from an audience. His band was playing at the Horseshoe Tavern and I stared at him the whole set. 135 more words
3 days, 12 hours ago
nothing reminds me of you anymore.
4 days, 21 hours ago
Monday, July 20, 2015
We make a plan to go to the diner for milkshakes.
“No dinner. Just milkshakes!” You text. 120 more words
5 days, 6 hours ago
The ice-cream melted under the sunlight, dripping off the end of the cone, painted the ground bright pink.
Emily found a bottle of water, a tissue, and cleaned herself up. 23 more words
5 days, 21 hours ago
Claire peeled the sheet of paper from the notepad, slipping it aside. The lecture was dry, tedious.
Hidden, almost out of sight at the back of the room, her pen swept over the paper. 19 more words
6 days, 20 hours ago
The museum pared down its exhibits.
Slowly, collections shrank. Visitor numbers dwindled. Few people came to learn: instead, they favoured taking selfies by the exhibits, coffee in an over-priced cafe. 23 more words
1 week, 2 days ago
Response to this challenge.
He types. Sharp words twist forth from his keyboard, dancing through a cursor into pixellated life. He wants to be 371 more words
1 week, 4 days ago