Teacher | Archaeologist | Amateur Baker | James River Writers Member | Writing a novel about my almost imaginary friends with PTSD| Has piss poor vision
I love him, but I no longer trust the stranger who sleeps in my bed. I said goodbye to my husband when he left for the desert war, but only his shadow returned.
#1linewed#talesnoir
My blood boils. FIRE floods my veins.
Roberto sits smuggly on my couch, a piece of sslted pepper hair flops over his brow. "Lo siento. I finished the last of your coffee."
My sister's Latin lover needs to hit the road before I smash his guitar with my empty mug.
#SunScribbles
Know-it-all Natalie grips the crisp copy of the Gettysburg Address, squinting at Lincoln's penmanship in frustration. The loops and lines might as well be sanskrit. She hears Ms. Foley's heart break when even her prized student looks for the internet's translation.
#SlapDashSat
Cinderella had to have blisters in glass slippers. Sleeping Beauty? Hello, morning breath. In my fairy tale, I"d rather be Nala and have wild jungle sex with the Lion King.
#SeduceMeSunday
Ryan closes the door on my breathless tears. I slide down against it and hear a thud on the other side.
"Break up with him, Lizzie," he says with the door between us. 'We're not over yet."
#seducemesunday#wip#amwriting
Peck. Tap. Peck.
The first yellow leaf falls.
Peck. Tap. Tap
Little red head makes a winter home.
Tap. Peck. Peck.
The woodpecker pecks it's way into my story.
#SlapDashSat
Some people carpe diem SUNRISES, being grateful for a chance to make better decisions and all that jazz. Me? I head for the closest coffee mug, then contemplate how to get Ella to sleep with me because I don't want to be alone this time tomorrow.
#SunScribbles
They laugh at Silvia. She is different from the other factory girls with crusty souls and forgotten wishes. Her greasy hands bleed ink at night, capturing their hollowed shells on paper where dreams are given and taken with the flick of a pen.
#SlapDashSat
Here is a long overdue THANK YOU for sharing my Van Halen #1linewed tweet this week. Sorry so late, but this teacher had a classroom to set up!
@ericlahti1
@willbinski
@LemonKnapp
"I was DREAMING it was 1984 again. Best dream ever."
"Ew, Mom. That was before the interner."
'Exactly. There were no song lyric websites. Van Halen's "Panama" made the best summer pool party when the lyrics were, "CANNON BALL! Cannon ball-al-al-al-al- al-al-al..."
#1linewed
They laugh at Silvia. She is different from the other factory girls with crusty souls and forgotten wishes. Her greasy hands bleed ink at night, capturing their hollowed shells on paper where dreams are given and taken with the flick of a pen.
#SlapDashSat
Seven days, 7 B&W photos of your life. No humans, no explanations. (Day 7) Challenge someone new every day. Challenged by @mrssexybook . I hate challenging. Anyone want in? I challenge you!
"I was DREAMING it was 1984 again. Best dream ever."
"Ew, Mom. That was before the interner."
'Exactly. There were no song lyric websites. Van Halen's "Panama" made the best summer pool party when the lyrics were, "CANNON BALL! Cannon ball-al-al-al-al- al-al-al..."
#1linewed
Seven days, 7 B&W photos of your life. No humans, no explanations. (Day 6) Challenge someone new every day. Challenged by @mrssexybook . I hate challenging. Anyone want in? I challenge you!
Seven days, 7 B&W photos of your life. No humans, no explanations. (Day 4) Challenge someone new every day. Challenged by @mrssexybook I challenge @chrispapps2 (no pressure to participate!)
Seven days, 7 B&W photos of your life. No humans, no explanations. (Day 4) Challenge someone new every day. Challenged by @mrssexybook I challenge @harleylaroux (no pressure to participate!)
The #ocean of students crash the atrium doors. Bright white sneakers squeak along the newly waxed floor. Simone is taller. Jerry is louder. Good God, that kid's mother let them wear that?
I guess it's just another year to #survive teaching middle school.
#SunWIP#SunScribbles
The #ocean of students crash the atrium doors. Bright white sneakers squeak along the newly waxed floor. Simone is taller. Jerry is louder. Good God, that kid's mother let them wear that?
I guess it's just another year to #survive teaching middle school.
#SunWIP#SunScribbles