Semi-Daily Scribbles
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Category: Mystery
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But why is it comfortable to be numb? No one likes to think of herself as a dolt. You need to trust your senses when top secret messages fall from the sky. How else are we supposed to figure out the meaning of life? Don't you want to know? Do you find any of this…
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I am a visitor here. When will the walls start to talk? Lines must be down; a widespread outage. No wonder the stars are burning at 30%. With so little light to go by, the question remains: Will I grow feet or wings, and where would those things take me? I see the pit, the…
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I'll tell you what happens. You decide what it means. Hey, we all say things in different shades of truth to make ourselves feel better. And if you find value in my words, win-win. Yeah? Show up. Just show up is what they say. You'll get a ribbon or medal or trophy for taking up…
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A slash of weak sunlight fell across the trivet with the blue rooster. It served as a weight so the construction paper wouldn't fly off the kitchen counter. In black ink Maia printed for the kids' sake, and used the words reminiscent, introspection, distaste, and exemplifies in her note. She wrote the date and time…
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Just when I say I'll get a new lens to look through (in the hopes of seeing something new) a bird (a big one with a 6-foot wingspan) swoops out of nowhere (o.k. – swoops down from the snag I walk by every a.m.) and squawks in my face: "It's like this, little chicken;…
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It's going to take years to untangle the knot, so get used to inconclusive results. The words'll sound right but won't jibe with the idea. Or, the idea will feel like a hot poker jabbed in your belly, but you've lost your last coherent sentence. Years, I'm telling you. And you're going to end up…
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You need to spend a lot of alone time to figure shit out. Like, for example, is anything random? If you could hover above a topographical map of where you've been (and where you haven't been) because of decisions made, you'd see little black ants fanning out toward all sorts of possibilities. In that sprawling,…
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I'm a grown woman, for God's sake. I can leave the house for ten minutes and go for a walk. Can't they understand that? And then he runs out of the house, barefoot and clad in too-large-for-his-skinny-frame neon green pajamas. Maia and Pookie walk by this house nearly every day; she's never seen the boy…
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Under what moon does Mini's witchery reveal itself? She can't balance her checkbook or change a light bulb under cover of daylight, so when does the trickery come out to play? It's bad enough, when the winds are right, a toss of Mini's ginger locks casts a spell over anyone who's near. Minds turn to…
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[monsters hold down jobs] Some days you feel these steps have been laid out for you and you're slowly catching up with a predetermined outcome. [dawn is a hollow promise] I dare you to take a wrong turn. Just can't happen. Walk…run…[a shot in the dark] Makes no difference at all. You'll get there in…
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