I stood somewhere in the middle of the line, seven years old and trembling, half wondering, half believing. The air inside the sanctuary was dense and hot and I wondered how long I would have to wait before it would be my turn to walk across the stage. The hair on the sides of my [...]
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Declare It
Posted: 28th November 2011 by iambarr in ENG 304Tags: declare it, faith healing, father, religion, story
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Welcome to the Eschatos Geriatric Community
Posted: 28th November 2011 by iambarr in UncategorizedTags: age, pic
Righteously Hungry
Posted: 26th October 2011 by iambarr in ENG 302Tags: Observation Write, Refrigerator, Short Write, Turkey Burgers
The ketchup is good, but I worry about the mustard. I won’t throw it out, of course, but I’m a little worried about it. Actually, to be honest, I guess I worry more about myself because I know, despite my fear, that I’ll probably eat it anyway. I tell myself that mustard doesn’t go bad, [...]
I crouch down in the grass and hold a piece of my lunch out in front of me. My lunch is a chocolate Balance bar and I have no idea if squirrels eat chocolate or Balance bars. He looks hungry, or at least interested, so it seems worth a try. He’s about ten feet away [...]
Creepy Crawling
Posted: 21st October 2011 by iambarr in ENG 302, UncategorizedTags: Free Write, security, truck
I pull to the side of the road in my little red Chevy S10 security truck, ducking my head slightly to look through the fogged-up windshield. I stare ahead at the massive rig parked on the side of the road, just a few hundred feet outside the fenced-in warehouse compound. I inhale deeply through my [...]
October 21, 2011 at 03:50PM From SMS
Posted: 21st October 2011 by iambarr in UncategorizedTags: from sms
A test post
Wing Tips
Posted: 19th October 2011 by iambarr in ENG 304, UncategorizedTags: Observation Write, shoes, wing tips
I don’t understand fashion and I never have, but occasionally, things just pop out at me and I’m powerless to deny their aesthetic appeal. I don’t know what “goes,” what “matches,” or what’s “in,” but I sometimes I recognize things that just look good. Every once in a while I find those things at Goodwill [...]
Self Control
Posted: 5th October 2011 by iambarr in ENG 302, UncategorizedTags: dresses, Free Write, goodwill, Short Write
I watched the two boys standing in the corner of Goodwill. I watched them standing in the wrong corner of Goodwill. They were probably seventeen or eighteen and they were definitely queer. They were laughing their queer little laughs while holding up skirts and sequined tops against themselves and each other. The short one, the [...]
Accidental
Posted: 29th September 2011 by iambarr in ENG 302Tags: Free Write, hangover, nason street, Short Write, snow, white
My eyes open and bright daylight explodes in my brain, bouncing off the secret recesses inside my head, seeking out every possible point of vulnerability. I close them, open them, close them, and settle on squinting, bracing, feeling the sharp and unsympathetic throbs of reality that pound rhythmically through the veins in my temples. I [...]