Thursday, September 29, 2005

470.

He felt the beginnings of carpel tunnel in his fingers but he kept on typing anyway.

469.

He knew it was not worth living for, yet he could not give it up.

468.

The orange bracelet glowed in the dark around her wrist -- a party thing in an empty living room.

467.

The air was electric with the expectation of a storm. And then, just as suddenly, it was over.

Monday, September 26, 2005

466.

The blu-tack left an oil stain on the wall.

465.

The blog fed his addiction to words -- his words.

464.

The weekend passed without fanfare. He resolved to live it up on Monday.

Friday, September 23, 2005

463.

I am the moss that grows between your toes.

462.

She was being watched.

Thursday, September 22, 2005

461.

This country declared war with the mozzies.

460.

Caught in the moment, they forgot who they were, and followed only the impulses of their bodies.

Tuesday, September 20, 2005

459.

She offered the sugar-coated vitamins as bait.

Friday, September 16, 2005

458.

Smoke signals in the rain. No one can help.

457.

The outlet was plugged. Eventually it would blow up.

Thursday, September 15, 2005

456.

The scar remained.

Wednesday, September 14, 2005

455.

Reading this blog is like reading a book backwards front.

454.

453.

She drew brilliant pictures of watermelon juice.

452.

Dried blood on the cup of the bra. What is the next clue?

451.

They were so close their eye lashes kissed.

450.

Over the years, from repeated labour, her mind stagnated into a predictable computer programme.

449.

Suddenly she realised that she possessed a pair much more alluring than hers.

448.

The plastic mannequin was draped in a pink bathrobe that exposed the right breast.

Tuesday, September 13, 2005

447.

Her system begged for coffee.

446.

He felt his eyes getting heavy. Somewhere, from further beyond, something was luring him hither.

445.

He did not know the meaning of celestial but he used it anyway.

444.

The temple acquired a new ceremonial fount, and along with it came the prerequisite priests, rituals, chalk, and celestial virgins.

Monday, September 12, 2005

443.

Is it possible to be stalked from half way across the world?

Friday, September 09, 2005

442.

Tuesday, September 06, 2005

441.

Victory -- a moment to celebrate life and survival -- God's unspeakable grace.

440.

Have you ever had a static butt?

439.

Her large eyes looked out from above her glasses with a particularly teacherisque gaze.

438.

Laughing, she tried to feed the muffin to the large moose head.