by Amanda
Leather jacket, metallic scales, the tip of a sharpened dagger gleaming in the moonlight. Silence. It’s midnight but that’s not why the air is as cold as ice. A mind abuzz with estimations and calculations, for one intent. Heels digging deeper into the earth, narrowed eyes, white-knuckled fingers strangling the weathered hilt. Liar, she breathed.
Amidst the treacherous whirlpools of poison and bitter medicine, I have always found, no matter how minuscule, a kernel of light – a lonely but brave survivor casting its warmth through ashes and shadows. Over time hope feeds its strength. It swells up like the envelope of a hot air balloon starting to take flight, […]
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my lids and all is born again. (I think I made you up inside my head.) – Sylvia Plath
What makes night within us may leave stars. – Victor Hugo As I backspace furiously on abandoned half-written sentences from prior fleeting strokes of inspiration, filling the newly bleached white spaces with matte black text one character at a time at 1.22 AM on a Tuesday morning, my first immediate thought is that I needed […]
Mentally I’ve written and re-written the introduction to this post a thousand times. Inspiration has never felt so desperately out of reach. It’s like curling your fingers into a fist in the air and hoping to capture a butterfly – in a room where there’s none. The cure can only be fresh air and freedom, […]
She wore a dress that was dipped in the colors of a bonfire – streaks of orangey-yellow melting into a gold so bright it looked white. The air around her was a shimmering pale gold, and her dress twinkled in the late afternoon light with every soundless step she took. She walked head down on […]
There was a time when the overzealous student I was thought that the more complex the vocabulary and more convoluted the sentence structure I could use to articulate my ideas, the more intelligent I would seem. Then there was a time when I admired the clarity in my peers’ simplicity of speech. And then there […]
Time present and time past Are both perhaps present in time future… …What might have been is an abstraction Remaining a perpetual possibility […]
Some days I lapse into moments where there’s a thunderstorm imprisoned in my mind and lightning bolts surging through my veins. I can’t sense anything above the chaos of dark thoughts churning and seething – not the sound of a Steinway piano played by angels’ fingertips or the perfume of a vaseful of ivory gardenias. […]
It’s not yet officially summer but it sure feels like it already – and I’m utterly living for it.
Oddly, I felt like typing up a rather lengthy side story a few hours ago but now I would rather just talk about this cake, which would take just a moment really because there are not many words needed.
