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Word Prompt: Toxic

It’s harder than he expects — cutting out the tender, rotting pieces of him where he once allowed her to make a home. Strange that it should hurt, since she’s already migrated to another. Stranger, still, that he should falter over a relationship she threw away so easily. But there’s something profoundly sad about hollowness, and something frighteningly toxic about being the only one left behind.

Word Prompt: Anger

When her face clouds over and his voice gets trapped somewhere between the tightness of his throat and a swollen emotion he cannot name, all he can think about are words — and how utterly useless they are in the face of his own sudden, irrational desire to immolate this entire world to the ground… because how dare they make her look like this? What right do they have to make her mouth tilt into a pained grimace? Stocking stones on her back like she isn’t already staggering under the weight of what she carries.

Savannah First Snow

So… the first snow of the year has rolled in, and hopefully it’ll be the last.

Contrary to the images, this isn’t cool. At all. I’m down here to escape the snow and the cold and all the shoveling that comes with it, so why is it all still here?!

That’s how you know you’re old and tainted, you’re thinking about shovels and iced roads when all this beautiful, icy white goodness is around you. I bet there are kids somewhere out in my neighborhood, all bundled up and screaming murder at each other, all the while profusely thanking Santa in their minds for his late af gift right now. Your collective gift is ruining me right now, kids. I hope you’re happy….

Or, then again, maybe I can skip out on being a productive member of society today due to the rarity of the occasion? Yea, that works. I retract my previous statement. I love snow.


Quote of the Year

“The same feeling of not belonging, of futility, wherever I go: I pretend interest in what matters nothing to me, I bestir myself mechanically or out of charity, without ever being caught up, without ever being somewhere. What attracts me is elsewhere, and I don’t know where that elsewhere is.”

-Emil M. Cioran, The Trouble with Being Born