And with that, I propose a new drabble topic: Bruises.
This must be what going mad feels like.
Simon ,'Jaynestown'
The Great Write Way, Chapter Two: Twice upon a time...
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Amy - Sep 10, 2007 5:49:27 am PDT #9359 of 10001
Because books.
Laga - Sep 10, 2007 8:51:41 am PDT #9360 of 10001
You should know I'm a big deal in the Resistance.
Too funny AmyLiz. I was coming in here with a topic in case we didn't have one yet. My choice: Fall.
Laga - Sep 10, 2007 9:02:54 am PDT #9361 of 10001
You should know I'm a big deal in the Resistance.
but I did bruises...
At work more than two asked, “is everything OK at home?”
The one girl I’ve actually had drinks with after a shift took me aside, serious concern wrinkling her brow. “Did Dave hit you?” It came out a sharp whisper. At this point I laughed, “No really. I swear to god I walked right into the bedroom door. I was looking back over my shoulder at the dog.” “But what about?” “I really did trip up the stairs.” I say, “and I really did walk right into that parking meter.”
Dave did leave bruises, just not in ways that showed.
Toddson - Sep 10, 2007 12:24:38 pm PDT #9362 of 10001
Friends don't let friends read "Atlas Shrugged"
ulp!
SailAweigh - Sep 10, 2007 3:38:30 pm PDT #9363 of 10001
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb
Hurt in a Skirt
Each team plays six members. The pack consists of the pivot and four blockers. Then there’s the jammer. Small, light and fast, she fights her way through the pack to score points. It’s a fast moving, hard hitting game requiring elbow, kneepads, mouthguards and helmets. They push, slam and trip each other, bodies crashing, sliding and tumbling across the hard wooden floor, wheeled boots and limbs flailing. The uniforms are scanty, lots of girlflesh on display for the crowd to admire. Bruises are the merit badges of their game. They display them proudly and call it hurt in a skirt.
Beverly - Sep 10, 2007 4:02:19 pm PDT #9364 of 10001
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.
Niiiiice, Sail!
Beverly - Sep 10, 2007 4:14:35 pm PDT #9365 of 10001
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.
Machines beep and pulse and tock against the background sound of air being pumped with metronomic precision. There are no windows here; the room is twilit, harsh glare damped, glancing off painted cinderblock, trying to resemble a place for sleeping, for rest.
The one who is not sleeping lies still at the center of the machines, large capable hands odd and subtly wrong idle and at rest, the corded forearms lax, the wiry hairs springing clean and healthy from pale, waxy skin. Eyelids shut over sea-green, coveted lashes curve like painted lines, and the hollows beneath are deep and dark as bruises.
SailAweigh - Sep 10, 2007 4:24:52 pm PDT #9366 of 10001
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb
Oh, Bev. That just hurts.
lisah - Sep 11, 2007 4:54:02 am PDT #9367 of 10001
Punishingly Intricate
Hurt in a Skirt
Derby!!!
sumi - Sep 11, 2007 6:27:53 am PDT #9368 of 10001
Art Crawl!!!
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