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, [...]
Posts Tagged ‘Short Write’
Righteously Hungry
Posted: 26th October 2011 by iambarr in ENG 302Tags: Observation Write, Refrigerator, Short Write, Turkey Burgers
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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 [...]
New Legs
Posted: 15th September 2011 by iambarr in ENG 304Tags: animal, Free Write, puppy, ragnarok, Short Write
Somewhere in the darkness of the living room, against the even darker rug, I can make out the small, barely moving shape of the puppy. He is a Great Dane, his name is Ragnarok, and someday he will be the destroyer of worlds. But tonight, he is simply a puppy. Tonight, he will pee on [...]
Another Messy Home
Posted: 14th September 2011 by iambarr in ENG 302Tags: car, Free Write, observation, Short Write
It’s messy and dirty because it’s always messy and dirty, but messy and dirty this time mostly because of the dog, the dog that sits in her lap when she drives and whines at the radio from the backseat when he can’t sit in her lap. It’s messy because of the monster cans and McDonald’s [...]
Scratched His Life
Posted: 8th September 2011 by iambarr in ENG 302Tags: angry man, car, Free Write, Short Write
Seething, breathing, bulging veins and his fist pushes into his forehead as though digging a tunnel through his head to some heinous and secret place of anger and fuming rage bottled up and held in by skull and jowls and receding hairline, but there’s nothing he can do, the car is scratched and even if [...]
Woke up 35 times tonight, thank you, little larva – dripping, drooling, leaking, crying, aching pain in my ass and I just got to sleep, but there’s no turning back from a thing like this and I’ve only got to wait another 17 ¾ years before you get the hell out of my house, my [...]
Maggie
Posted: 7th September 2011 by iambarr in ENG 302, ENG 304Tags: child, maggie, observation, Short Write
Lying on the couch on her elbows, surrounded by toys, lap pillow desk, markers, portable dvd player Jumping up and down when I give her funny looks Never sitting still, but not hyper, just moving Stands when she sees the cat, chases it, arms out and smiling Mouth always open, tongue moving when she concentrates [...]