Legs blocked the walkway of the bottom bleacher. The vacant dark corner across the gymnasium beckoned Allie to come hither and hide in the shadows it provided. No one knew her; she had remained as faceless now as she had on the first day at this school. Coming to this dance was a mistake. Who was she kidding that she would be able to fit in at this school? No matter what alias she used something always happened to make life miserable for her no matter where they moved. Why couldn’t she be like the rest of them? What would it be like to be just a human? The empty…
//embedr.flickr.com/assets/client-code.js Congregation of Flakes by Linda Nelson Blowing on the wind Adrift falling in the sky Floating endlessly to the ground An upsweeping wind Captures the drifting flake Pulling it up higher To fall once again Through tree tops Past bird nests empty for the winter Bumping against dried brown leaves With arches and points One last gust of wind Blows the floating, drifting flake Against a boulder covered In the fellow congregation of flakes
If we were having coffee right now... I would tell you that
Every night I go to my little cubby hole, I call my office. There I will attempt to write, surf the internet looking for ideas, check emails, social media, and possible play a computer game of some sort. The dogs keep me company.
It doesn't matter what you're trying to do, but if you want it bad enough, you’ll find a way to acquire it.