Sea Man

There was a man, long ago, who lived beneath the sea. He didn’t live so much as he simply existed, trudging through the sand and weeds, stroking fish as they swam by. He never slept, but always dreamt of one day touching land, he so much wanted to feel the warmth of the sun on his cheek. He tried and tried to walk the way the waves washed up, but never seemed to make it. He tried crawling up and up, but that didn't work either. One day, if he knew what days were, he grasped the fin of a near by shark. He held on until the shark got near the big waves, he looked through them like a window to another world. Once he got in front of the waves, he let go of the fin and drifted to shore. He stepped up out of the sea and turned his face to the sun, the warmth filled him completely and along with his heart, he melted.

Skull-A-Day

So, this isn't something I wrote, but something I submitted to Skull-A-Day. Have a gander at my typewriter case... http://skulladay.blogspot.com/2009/08/real-skull-case.html

Knob

Deveryn had her heart set on Love. The dial was turned and the knob fell off and got lost beneath the fridge. She could never set it to anything else. She tried to use pliers to grasp the tiny rod that the knob had once been glued to to try and turn it to Indifference, but the pliers slipped and nicked the tip of her swelling, pulsing, pounding, love-lust heart. Deveryn did not know that when one sets the heart on Love, a tiny speck of Loneliness is released and the longer the heart goes without receiving Love, the Loneliness grows and grows and grows until it devours the whole of you.

Hipster

If everyday he woke to find that things had stayed the same, Everest would think to himself, ‘how boring’.

If everyday the people who surrounded him played out their life with pattern, Everest would murmur, “how cliche”.

If one day he stood from bed and realized that he himself was the cliche, Everest would most likely note, ‘how ironic’, then he’d slide into his skinny jeans and lace up his Keds after draping himself in his slightly oversized v-neck shirt, adjust the faux black frame specs, and slink out the door to the coffee shop.

Legs

This was my first attempt with my camera and iMovie.

Some Meaningless Dribble, Drabble, Ramble Round

Dandelion smiles all waves

and brackets,

Spoons and hatchets,

dreams of silk and leaves.

Oil soaked soil seeps,

In the dark

A creature creeps

Made of sour pollen.

The Paper Balloon

There once lived a girl who wished she could fly so she made a balloon out of paper. She tied one end of a string to her wrist and the other to the paper balloon.
She tried her best to make it float, 'there's air in there', she thought. But still the balloon lay on the grass at the end of the string that was tied to her wrist.
She ran and she ran waving the paper balloon behind her like a kite. And still, when she stopped, it fell to the ground and lay on the grass.
The girl took a penny that she found on the ground and dropped it down the wishing well. As the penny fell into the well she closed her eyes tight and made a wish for her paper balloon to take flight.
She opened her eyes and her feet lifted from the grass and she knew her wish had come true. With her hand held high above her head below the paper balloon by the string, she watched the well get smaller.
Through the clouds and with the birds, the girl was finally flying. She soared over mountains and rivers and plains. She travelled across oceans and saw the whole world.
When she finally landed, safe back at home, the girl began to dream of her next great adventure.