June 24, 2012 § Leave a comment
Just a little exercise to help with my edit-and-stall-as-I-write problem.
Here, you can try it out, too:
~ Play your music on shuffle. Make a playlist if you want.
~ Don’t watch the time.
~ Don’t skip.
~ Write whatever story comes into your head for the duration of the song.
~ When the song ends, finish whatever thought/sentence you were on.
~ Create a new story with the new song.
Also, if you’d like to see any of these bits continued, just leave a comment. (^_^)
Thanks and enjoy!
June 22, 2012 § Leave a comment
Glossary of Japanese terms available at the end.
One day, perched primly on the veranda like a young nestling, a young maiko gazed dreamily at the rear garden, distracted from the tangled embroidery on the kimono resting in her lap. The garden was small, but neatly tended to with each detail meticulously arranged just so. There was a tiny rock garden to the right which melted into a silently rippling sand garden in the middle before dissolving into a bijou pond, glassy and still as a mirror while delicate pink flowers like teacups floated on the dark surface. Overlooking the pond was a short, stout stone lantern, currently unlit. And beyond all this stretched the pale green of the bamboo forest, tall, thin stalks swaying in some intangible breeze while the leaves conversed in their susurrous language.
June 11, 2012 § Leave a comment
She softly shuts the door behind her, numb to everything. There’s a roaring white silence deafening her ears and a lukewarm fogginess blurring her eyes.
May 21, 2012 § Leave a comment
She inserts the disc into the player before easing down into one of the impeccable, rarely-sat-in armchairs to watch the piano keys sink on their own, creating deep reverberative melodies with each string of depressions.
May 2, 2012 § Leave a comment
I’m in of those rare moments where the rushing rapids of my life have temporarily calmed down to a trickling, placid stream so I thought I’d get a few words in before the flooding swells and overflows the banks once more.
April 15, 2012 § Leave a comment
I’ve upset my mom. I could hear it over the phone, the way her voice would tremble into an almost hysterical high note before being quickly swallowed, quite valiantly in my opinion, into something closer to her normal tone.