December 2010
12 posts
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In retrospect, it probably wasn’t the best idea to try and mod reality. Sure, it seemed simple once you got the hang of it. Just change a bit of coding here and there. Make a few alterations to light and color perception, and suddenly you’ve got a green dog. Purple hair. An invisible hairbrush.
But you know that wouldn’t keep you entertained for long. Soon, the adjustments...
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She watched the entire world go by from behind the backseat window.
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I remember seeing all those old videos from however-many years ago, of what they thought the future would be like. It was all glass and white and shiny, and everybody wore the same skin-tight outfits and nothing was dirty.
Those stories were always about humanity. People struggling with their existence. People finding out that they’re really clones and going crazy.
They figured out how to...
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I’ve left you my heart in your mailbox.
It’s on plain white paper in a plain white envelope.
And it may not be pretty, but every damned word is true.
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Black Suits, Cheap Coffee
He stood on the curb each day and watched as the buildings dissolved and fell apart as the city replaced its soul with black suits and cheap coffee.
And in their place they erected glass towers with see-through walls so the workers could watch the bustle below as they drank their black coffee and straightened cheap suits.
And the coffee-induced passion coursed through his veins as music spilled...
@invisibilityplease
Thank you very much! I appreciate compliments from strangers as well, haha.
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“Look mommy, look!” The little girl waved her stubby, marker-stained arms enthusiastically, pointing towards the window. “Look mom, it’s snowing!”
Millie forced a smile as she gazed towards her daughter. “Yes Sarah,” she took a sip from her coffee. “It’s pretty, isn’t it?”
The child pouted. “You didn’t even...
Sleeping Sickness: @myfirstchoicewastaken →
invisibilityplease:
It is really unlike anything I have ever done with writing before. I wasn’t so keen on the idea in the beginning, but I am really starting to love the group dynamic of intertwining the lives of all the different (and extremely eccentric) inhabitants of the town and making the entire group dynamic…
Ahh, that sounds so intricate. I’ll be taking writing classes...
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She sits behind her computer, eyes drifting, organizing windows on the screen. Each box immaculate.
She cuts the words from one conversation, pastes them into the next. Nobody notices the messages are hand-me-downs. It’s faster than re-typing.
She types, and cuts, and pastes. Making slight alterations here. Or there. She calculates it all to a tee.
She maximizes her friends; the perfect...
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And each storey moaned and wept as the rain crept down one floor at a time; a skeleton of what should have been, if maybe this or that or whichever.
And the rain builds up as the bricks fall down and somehow it has become a part of the scenery.
And you pass by day after day, and after a while you don’t notice it’s there.
But at least the fence company is making money.
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I had a dream that you were the lighting in my bedroom.
You kept flickering, so I replaced the lightbulb with a music box and we listened to the broken record together.
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There was a time, I remember, when I would do anything to be with you. To see you smile. To make you happy. (And I do mean anything. Do you remember that time when we.. Oh, nevermind.)
If you had offered me your hand then, and had said ”I’d like to go away somewhere. Would you join me?” I’d have told you ”Yes ma’am,” and there we would be in...
November 2010
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And there he was, in the midst of everything he had created. The drugs, the drinking, the late nights trying to piece his world back together. After everything he had been through, after all the screaming and crying and cursing and begging and forgiving and regretting and forgetting and remembering, he was still just as lost as he was the day that you left.
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I’m listening, I really am, but please don’t get the wrong idea. I’m analyzing you. I’m making observations about the tone in your voice, the way you brush your hair back behind your ear. I’m choosing my words carefully when I speak to you, but I’m not trying to make you feel better. I’m testing you, I’m judging your reactions, because I want to know...
October 2010
22 posts
Right now, I am debating whether or not I want to walk to the corner store to buy a bottle of coke. I am also putting off working on a new pattern so that I will have an excuse to be upstairs when company comes over.
For Halloween, she dressed up as herself.
No one recognized her at the party.
Sometimes, she would think about committing suicide, but she never went through with it. She didn’t want to be remembered as that ugly girl who killed herself.
So maybe, it was a good thing she never realized how beautiful she was.
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Tracy doesn’t buy nice clothes.
Sometimes, she sees something through the window. A dress, a cute pair of boots. She sees the cashier, the people walking by, and all the horrid thoughts race through her head. She gives everyone a voice.
The young boy in the blue shorts. Mom, I thought that dress was for skinny girls?
She envisions walking up to the woman at the counter. She imagines that...
moyru replied to your post: Tonight we went out to dinner. We saw one woman…
whaaaaaat
Yeah, there was an ambulance in the parking lot with the lights flashing. When we went inside there were paramedics taking a woman out of the restaurant on a stretcher. She looked 20-something, and there were 2 guys with her who seemed worried/concerned. Then the hostess waved and went “Hi! For...
Tonight we went out to dinner.
We saw one woman being taken away on a stretcher, and an entire room of people who were pretending not to notice.
I need your input
moyru:
So far for my costume I have:
-Rainbow wings
-Rainbow skirt
-Rainbow makeup
-Rainbow jewelry and accessories
-Light up wand
Where I’m lost is what the hell can I do for a top and shoes? I have rainbow shoes with rainbow shoelaces and a crazy psychedelic top but I’m not really sure that they’d go with the rest of the costume. So I need your input guy - what do you think?
Okay, so I...
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Why Can't I Love People This Much?
I got 3D Dot Game Heroes today for the PS3. It is simply the most amazing thing I have played in a while. Here is a short list why: 1. It’s pixelated. IN 3D. 2. It blatantly references oldschool video games. 3. There is a character creator. You can make a small 3-dimensional block version of whatever your little heart desires. (I made a cat girl!) 4. The enemies explode into blocks when...
You stare at the photo and you wonder why your teeth look so wrong. Have they always been that way? Was there always that gap there? Why didn’t you notice before? But then you realize it’s not that anything’s changed. It’s just that you’ve never properly smiled in a photograph before.
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Part of her knows that compared to the whole world and the universe and everything, she is small. She knows that her actions will never have a colossal effect on the rest of the world, and that no matter how hard she tries, one day she’ll be forgotten. Sometimes she doesn’t feel like trying anymore, like nothing matters.
Another part of her sees how precious the world is. She sees the...
moyru replied to your post: And T is fer “truck”!
OMG RAINBOW SHIRT. Also I don’t get the dog’s name either. Probably because I have not seen Batman. I can’t believe it took that long to name him. Also he’s cute.
Don’t worry, it has nothing to do with Batman. The name is “D-fer” as in “D is fer dog” as in “D is for dog.” The scenario was if you...
You have two options.
One: You can try to fit in with everybody else. You can try to please everyone; make everybody happy. Do whatever it takes to find someplace to belong.
Two: You can be exactly who you are. Do what comes naturally to you. This takes very little effort on your part, and is probably one of the most difficult things you can do. Just be yourself.
Everyone wants to fit in and...
moyru replied to your post: moyru replied to your post: You spend so long…
awww. that’s terrible. I’m sorry. *hugs* I’m here if you need to talk. *mega hugs*
Thanks. You’re awesome.
moyru replied to your post: You spend so long putting everything back together…
Oh noes… did this happen in real life? =(
Yeah. Hooch had a heart attack this morning, so I’m probably not going to be online much the next few days.
You spend so long putting everything back together and being positive and trying to find things that make you feel okay and eventually you do.
And you feel good and happy and you dye your hair black because you like it better that way even though you didn’t need to and it’ll fade eventually but you do it anyways because it makes you feel good.
Then you dad walks in and tells you the...
LimeCrime POE'm entry
This is my entry for LimeCrime’s POE’m Writing Contest.
My Lady’s Evening
Once upon a midnight dreary, monsters roamed with demons eerie And all of hell squirmed and scrambled to the night My mistress was a’layin’ sprawled upon her sheets when she was called About a most terrible and concerning sight “I implore you,” says she, “what has caused this fright, Which has so...
And while everyone else was running, trying to stop the world from ending, she was watching from her balcony so she wouldn’t miss a thing.
moyru replied to your post: I’m still waiting to stumble through that rabbit…
I KNOW LET’S MOVE TO ANTARCTICA OR SOMETHING. OR MAYBE I CAN SHATTER YOUR WORLD AND YOU CAN SHATTER MINE.
Yes! Let’s do it. We need to get together some day so we can shatter each others worlds. We could run away together and become pirates. In Antartica! Let’s pretend we don’t exist…...
I’m still waiting to stumble through that rabbit hole and come crashing out of that wardrobe hidden in the corner of some old house, where somebody has come to tell me that my whole life was a lie and to take me away to a new world where everything was backwards and wrong and upside down.
I want somebody to shatter my whole world and to start over again someplace where I don’t...
I would hug you and tell you it’s okay and not to give up and that things will be better one day.
But I’m afraid you might get angry.
And so I say nothing.
She’s building a wall to secure her heart. She is careful, detailed; her construction is flawless. Her defenses are impeccable. Her words are scripted, her demeanor honed to perfection, so that nothing may pass through those walls.
And despite the time she’s spent, the effort she’s exhausted, she wants nothing more than to see someone send those beautiful pieces crashing to the...
They said that he could be anything.
He wanted to be a doctor. They said, “Sorry son, but you’re not smart enough.”
He wanted to be an athlete. They said “Sorry son, but you’re not strong enough.”
He wanted to be an artist. They said “Sorry son, but you’re not creative enough.”
He wanted to be an actor. They said, “Sorry son, but you...
September 2010
14 posts
Personality Surgeon
She cuts apart her sentences, adding words and phrases she thinks would suit better.
She slices the letters, the punctuation.
She’s learned to reshape the tone of her words. The emotion.
She graphs bits of pieces from one idea to another, in order to construct the perfect personality.
She makes people smile. She makes them love.
And sure, it may be fake.
But God, is it beautiful.
Tabitha is 14.
She writes stories.
She writes about abuse, and heartbreak. She writes about depression.
She writes about those tiny moments of happiness.
Everyone tells her how creative she is. How empathetic. How rare it is to find something so deep in someone so young.
They tell her she’s brave.
But really, it’s just easier to pretend that it’s happening to someone else.
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To Be Named Later - Installment 0.03
Sarah tosses her jacket over the railing as she walks through the door. The best part about working midnight shifts at a cruddy gas station is that you got to come home to a silent apartment.
Quiet, peaceful. Private. She immediately succumbs to her computer. Before she takes off her shoes, she’s online, checking blogs and chatrooms for updates. Reading webcomics. Leaving comments for...
All throughout school they taught us to look for a hidden meaning; to pick apart the text.
One sentence at a time.
What was the author really trying to say?
And here I was, thinking that they were just like me. Picking a phrase because it sounded cool. Because it was a neat idea.
But I know better now.
Sometimes it gets tiresome; sometimes I wish I could just say what I mean. But I know that...
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To Be Named Later - Installment 0.02
Susan stares at her computer monitor. Jeremy isn’t online. She taps her fingers on the desk, then wraps her hands around her sleeves uncomfortably. How long has she been waiting, anyways?
The worst part is that she knows she’ll never actually talk to him. Not online, anyways. It’s so much easier in person; there are so many distractions. But when you’re talking to someone...
Are you ready for the new, virtual world?
The virtual people are getting ready. They’re in their menus, picking which hairstyles to use. Downloading new clothes.
They’ve been invited to a party in the virtual world. There will be lights, and dancing. Decorations. Everyone is beautiful. You can see it through your monitor.
They’ll mingle. Get to know each other.
Where are you from? How old are you? How do you pay your...
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To Be Named Later - Installment 0.01
The phone rings. Jeremy jumps, then fumbles, tossing his sheets onto the floor.
Another ring. He lunges for the receiver. Misses. Tries again.
Success.
“What?”
“I can’t find my hairbrush.” It was Susan’s voice.
“Did you check your purse?” Jeremy sighs. “Yes. It’s not there.” “The bathroom?” “Not there.”...
Sometimes I wish life were more like a movie.
Not for the adventure, or the fairytale ending. Not for the witty comments.
But because I wish that every moment would be accompanied by music.
Just so I would know how I was supposed to feel.
Strangers
Marigold doesn’t do small talk. She says that nobody says anything real. Nobody really cares about the weather.
Stephen loves talking to strangers he knows he’ll never see again. He says it gives him freedom.
Marigold doesn’t want to talk to you if you’re not going to share yourself with her. You’re just moving your mouth and making sounds, she says. You’re...
Years ago, I saw a little girl walking down the street in a wedding gown, holding an elderly man’s hand.
Once, I found a bat in my freezer. It had been placed in a Ziploc bag.
Yesterday, I saw my mother take an entire tray of rocks out of the oven.
If you heard the entire story behind these, I don’t think you’d find them as interesting. But, without context, they could mean...
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They say that once you become infected, you’re practically dead. You’ve still got a few instincts, mind you; a few working neurons that control you completely.
Basic needs. Eat. Move. Eat.
They tell you not to get attached. They say that they know it’s hard, but that’s not your husband anymore. That’s not your daughter. It’s just an empty corpse and it’s...
Life is flat. Time to get a new one.
You have a bottle of Coke. Or Pepsi. Or whatever.
It was cold when you got it. It was refreshing. Your taste buds tingled when that liquid slid down your throat. You had waited all day, and it was beautiful.
It burned a little.
Then you left it. Your mind had lingered and by the time you’d gotten back to it, it had become warm. Stagnant, stale. Flat.
You tell yourself that it’s...
An Introduction
Don’t you have anything better to do?
You could be outside, enjoying the sun. Or the rain. You could learn to knit. Sing a song. Ride a bike. Make love in public.
Learn something new. Remember something old. The world is full of possibilities and you’re sitting infront of your monitor reading this drivel. When was the last time you cleaned that thing, anyways? Are those coffee stains...
