Stories on the edge of familiarity
I have a matching set of scars on the first knuckle of all my fingers on my right hand (except my thumb). They are what I affectionately refer to as my pool scars. When I was eleven or twelve, I loved diving down to the bottoms of swimming pools and then swimming down there for as long as I could. One day, as I dove down, I misjudged the distance between my hand and the bottom of the pool, resulting
Or: I Totally Forgot How Random the Ending Is (Announcements: I wanted to let you know that there won’t be a post next week -August 15- because I’m taking a week off from the computer in order to go to camp. Yay for camp! Now, the show is about to begin. Please turn off all cellphones and other distracting devices, and put away your cameras, as photography is strictly prohibited. Thank you, and enjoy the show. :) ) Act
(vaguely inspired by My Drunk Kitchen) Step 1: Enter the kitchen at 2:30pm, because you’ve spent the past four hours in your room and only realized fifteen minutes ago that you had low blood sugar. Step 2: While staring into the fridge and getting distracted by so many options, decide to keep a running commentary in your head so that you can stay focused in spite of food brain. Step 1: Pretend the first two steps weren’t actually steps and pull
When I was about seven, I discovered the joy of raking a stick over an ant hill for no other reason than to watch all the ants flip out. It’s probably the most effective form of pest control I’ve ever employed, because my siblings and I managed to cause either the eradication or relocation (they were gone, at any rate) of two whole anthills in our front yard before we got tired of freaking them out practically every single day
Once upon a time, there was a writer who was smack-dab in the middle of writing what she felt was her best story yet when everything ran straight into a wall. She smacked her computer a couple of times, succeeded in breaking her favourite pen when it accidentally hit the wall a little too hard on the backswing, spilled black ink on the carpet, made a huge, ugly blotch in her attempt to scrub out the ink, bashed her knuckles
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