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Jane
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Dec 22, 2012 03:28PM
i'll come up with the next word if that's ok... sponge
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The hourglass, I swear was staring at me. Each piece of sand looking me in the eye and telling me that I can't do this. I look away, now feeling my heart beat louder and faster. I look at it again, pick it up and throw it to the wall. "Argh!" The hourglass shatters ang sand is flying everywhere. I see something, something that wasn't there before. I kneel to the ground and pick it up. It's a piece of old parchment, there's somethong written, "You are going to pay... for that hourlass, it fost me twenty Euros."
I put the old newspaper to my face and breathed in deeply. The newsprint smelled of home, of the mornings at the breakfast table, my father reading the paper and drinking black coffee. I always sat beside him and ate before running to catch the bus to school. I had been small, and the pages of the paper had drifted down in front of my face, becoming tangled in my curls. I still love the smell of a fresh paper.Next: A cameo
I walked through the narrow balcony of my apartment, and stood there holding a cameo that rested against my palm. Engraved upon it was the picture of my true love, conspicuous upon the dark background and a monument of the light that she once brought into my gloomy life.Next : A worn out pair of shoes
When you feel you're an alien to your world. That old worn out pair of shoes will bring you back home. And that's how I realised how lucky I was to be me. Eventhough I know nobody now, this new city, new lights, new opportunities, yet the old heart, the old desire. And far away over the horizon, I saw my sun dip down, I walked towards him, in my shoes.Next: Half eaten chocolate bar.
A ripped wrapper lying askew, revealing half of a warm chocolate bar, tiny tooth markings imbedded on the sweet. A brand name was torn from the wrapper do that it lay unrecognized upon the faded wooden table. The little child returned and sunk his miniature teeth into the chocolate. A family photo
(( Am I allowed to just jump in? If not I will remove this post but for now...))Laying on my bed, feeling depressed, was never a habit of mine. Every time I felt the slow, dragging pain of depression I would always look at a picture in a frame. My favorite picture. My only picture. It is a picture of a small group of people. All of them somewhat tall for their age, all of them huddled together, with smiles a bright as the sun that could warm even the sadist persons heart. All brown but not acting like they are different from anyone in any way. Just being people. This group, of happy, crushed together people, is my family. And even though it was only on a picture, it felt like they were right there, in that same room with me.
Next: A pillow.
I remember creating this sea of green and blue covering my lap. The yarn was nubby, but soft in between. I lost myself while knitting. The feel of the teak-smooth needles in my hands were warm and sensuous. The ever-so-light click when the twigs touch. Delightfully riotous colors spark out with each turn of the ball. And I remember knitting myself right into a new life.
The water was vast and deep and enveloped me whole. This was my first experience with deep sea diving and I only did it on a dare. My friend was nearby but that did not give me any solace. Swimming in the local pool back home was one thing, but becoming one with the ocean was definitely a whole new experience. It was getting darker the deeper we went and colder. My friend waved at me in slow motion it seemed, but I was unable to return the greeting. A ghostly shape began to take form from behind him and quickly transformed into a great white! Within an instant my friend was overtaken and I was frozen with a fear that immobilized me from my extremities to almost completely shutting down all mental capabilities. I had no time to access the situation, so I functioned purely on raw instinct. My lungs almost forgot how to take in the air being supplied by the device I was unaccustomed to using, but as if in safe mode, I quickly recuperated all my defenses and swam to the surface and towards the boat that almost capsized as I struggled fiercely to get inside. My body felt like deep weight as the waves kept slapping at my small frame relentlessly. Oh God, please help me!Next word: Pizza
Just did this one from word snorkeling. ..wrong word..but enjoy!
Pizza... hmm. Where our world is round, our dear food comes round too, as richly shaded is our land, so is that round piece of dough and toppings. (view spoiler)
