All's Well That Ends Well
A mountain, a car, a long hard fall. Also, thirty seven fractured bones.
A rare form of juvenile osteoporosis; without the mountain and the car and the long hard fall, they likely don't discover it until it's irreversible, and I never walk again.
It's cancer, stage one. LEEP surgery for you tomorrow.
I come out alive, and quit smoking. The quitting is painless. I'm stronger, healthier.
Goodbye, it's over, I can't cope anymore. I'll always hate you. I'll always love you. You'll run through me forever. It won't ever not hurt. Goodbye.
All's well? Really?
Can someone please define "well"?
Not the best writing of my life, but Hope Springs Eternal
I don’t know why I bother sometimes. Messing with this face, this body, seems the original “silk purse out of a sow’s ear” situation, but I can’t let my hair just flop like a cave woman’s, and mom’s got the good scissors out and unearthed my untended makeup. I feel more like myself when the air hits my neck, smart and ready to take on life. I’ve left my doubts in a fuzzy pile on the floor.Making up re-introduces me to a woman I don’t quite recognize, like running into someone from high school in the grocery store. I know I know her, but I can’t quite remember how, and she never used to have lips like that.
erika, that piece is - okay, yes, the last two lines of that - no, the last three lines - anyway. Damn. Yes.
erika, I agree about the last three lines--perfect, and pretty darn universal, I'd say.
It's fucking kickass.
Oh, man. I do the lip thing too much these days, but in reverse: didn't mine use to be full? Where the hell did this saggy stuff come from?
Damn. erika broke me.
ha...I should really break out. write something without corpses, lips or breasts.
Believe it or not, it looks like my last drabble is going to turn into a short fic. Someone linked to that "Downtown Girl" contest a while ago and I've taken that first paragraph and written another 400 words, so far. I only need 7500 and I think I've got more than enough in mind to pull it off.
Unfortunately, my computer is acting up and won't open Word for me right now. I've been writing this at work. Also, I've been haunting the tech thread trying to get ideas on how to fix the problem. I suspect I may have to invest in either a bonifide repair person or a new computer. Damn.
Good for you.
Sorry about the tech thing...btdt.
