Wednesday, January 31, 2007

809.

Their hands reached out to grab an anchor in the dark.

Tuesday, January 30, 2007

808.

She felt somewhat vulnerable, as if she had no clothes on.

Sunday, January 28, 2007

807.

The back of the dragon's teeth were mossy.

806.

It is scary who she was when she was asleep.

Friday, January 26, 2007

805.

Would you breed it out if you could?

Thursday, January 25, 2007

804.

He wore yellow Phua Chu Kang rubber boots.

803.

The construction worker had pale feet.

802.

Trying not to be stressed.

Trying not to be stressed.

Trying not to be stressed.

Wednesday, January 24, 2007

801.

She chose the dull-looking bird in her hand over the multitude of birds in the sky.

Tuesday, January 23, 2007

800.

Possibly the longest afternoon ever.

799.

The lady with a large lump on the back of her neck smiled broadly when her bus came, and said, "六一来了。"

Monday, January 22, 2007

798.

The resurrection of the body reminded him of R.C. Sproul which reminded him of Pope Bud, and he thought, "I think I'll write an email."

797.

One tablespoon grounds; four-fifths cup hot water; one-fifth cup cold milk; one TALL cup coffee.

796.

A PE teacher standing at the bottom of a hill with a watch in his hand. Boys in yellow tshirts running as if their limbs were loose.

795.

On Mondays, everything looks bleak.

794.

Cocooned in the bus, her body shuttled to work.

Sunday, January 21, 2007

793.

She felt like curling up on the pew and letting the words wash over her.

792.

When she clicked link after link after link, what was it that she was looking for?

Friday, January 19, 2007

791.

Water to sink in; water to drink. They were fundamentally different substances.

790.

She plunged in headfirst. She was determined to survive this.

789.

I'm scared. Won't you hold my hand?

Wednesday, January 17, 2007

788.

What is the point of twittering to yourself?

Tuesday, January 16, 2007

787.

It was a double-shot coffee kinda day.

786.

She had the face of a cat and the body of a nubile woman.

785.

The pictures carried him to a land of shifting sand and a pale rising moon. He was surprised how familiar she looked.

784.

She needed to go to bed but she was hopelessly addicted.

783.

It was a spongey kind of yummy.

Monday, January 08, 2007

782.

And warm and fuzzies too.

781.

She was going away for a week, so she stocked up on internet.

Sunday, January 07, 2007

780.

They went for a walk with snuffy.

Friday, January 05, 2007

779.

Her throat itched. She wanted a test tube scrubber.

778.

After the intrusion of the divine, she could go back to being normal.

777.

Finally, at God's number.

Thursday, January 04, 2007

776.

Dancing in the dark.

Tuesday, January 02, 2007

775.

She really wished that he was wallowing in regret, but he was moving on quite nicely.