Words for Outer Space:
Galaxies.
Stars.
Gases.
Planets.
Milky Way.
Dark Matter.
Dwarf Planets.
Dwarf Stars.
Super Novas.
Black Holes.
Sun.
Earth.
Neptune.
Uranus.
Pluto.
Mars.
Astronomy.
Mercury.
Jupiter.
Saturn.
Venus.
Swirl.
NASA.
Telescopes.
Astrology.
Cosmology.
Cosmos.
Universe.
Big Bang.
Light Years.
Gravity.
Dark Energy.
Radiation.
Subatomic Particles.
Neutrons.
Protons.
Electrons.
Atoms.
Stephan Hawking.
Elements.
Hubble Telescope.
Neutrinos.
Asteroids.
Moons.
Meteors.
Aliens.
Darkness.
Light.
Vacuum.
Andromeda.
Solar...
Thursday, 31 January 2013
Thursday, 24 January 2013
Womanly Bits
JournalWord: "What's so good about being a girl?"
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Sherry stomps over to the table and slams her lunch down before sliding into the booth.
Aaron lowers his spoon and raises an eyebrow at the three KitKats. "Is that all you're having?"
She snarls and rips the wrapper off of one viciously, tossing it behind her into the next booth without a care. After chewing a stick, she slams down her head, groaning at the pain and vocally regretting the action.
Aaron pushes his soup aside, seeing as every time he tries to eat,...
Monday, 21 January 2013
Poison Prince
JournalWord: He is poison.
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His first memory is war and starvation.
His next memory is of darkness and crying bodies.
He can hear the sobbing of other children beside him, quivering and howling in the pitch dark. He feels the walls behind him, pressing his hands against the rough stones of the cave.
The howls and cries are so loud and don't stop for nights and days; time he can't decipher anymore.
His tears of fear have dried from listening to the other children, and he can't find the heart to care about them. After...
Saturday, 19 January 2013
Monkey-Punch
I. Hate. Monkeys.
It has now become a conditioned response for me to point this out at any mention of the species, and sure, you can point out that we, humans, are monkeys (*shudder*), but I'll only retort that we have an intellect that surpasses them. And that we can, usually (I understand there are some exceptions...), abstain from flinging our own feces at any hint of wild emotion.
I don't care. I just really detest them.
It's like a hatred for spiders (I really don't mind spiders though). You got me?
Well,...
Thursday, 17 January 2013
Bless
JournalWord: Raising an angel.
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The farther she walks into the park, the quieter the city bustle sounds. Automobiles disappear behind hedges and bushes, and buildings become obscured by the towering trees. The familiar pavement trampled by thousands scouring the city are momentarily replaced by a cobble stone path edged in grass, with stray leaves peeking through the spaces between the pale stones.
Sarah inhales deeply as she strolls, replacing the scent of vehicle exhaust and fast-food grease with the leafy and clear air of her...
Saturday, 12 January 2013
Mistaken for a God
Now this is a short story.
JournalWord: Obsessive-Compulsive cashier.
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“Dust,” I mutter softly, cautious of breathing in any floating particles. I dig my hand into the front pocket of my green apron, my fingers lightly skimming the synthetic, soft and rubbery material of latex. I pull out a pair of latex gloves and nimbly snap the porcelain white barrier over the pale, exposed skin of my hands, left hand first then right, with a familiar twist of my fingers. The security and comfort of a shield against harmful bacteria almost releases...
