Newest
Stream of consciousness 1I feel the waves come up to my toes, licking the spaces between them like a drowsy puppy lapping at you when you disturb him from a nap. It’s soothing despite the cold. I look out at the choppy water, up at the sky and the sooty clouds, gently dashed into small puffs by the wind I imagine there must be if you were up that high. I turn myself around, looking back at her, observing her without her knowing. She has the intense look of discovery and contemplation you expect from a young child, but she’s no child. I always marvel that she can maintain that sense of wonder even into aStream of consciousness 1
by ~chikah
The InterrogationSo they sat me down in this real uncomfortable chair, right under this glaring light that made my eyes burn. When I put my hand up to get that goddamn glare off my eyes, they all reached for their holsters like they expected me to pull some funny business. I just decided to reach in my pocket and grab my smokes. There was one left. Shit, that means I went through a whole goddamn pack just waiting for these goddamn clowns to get their asses in gear. I grabbed my Zippo, without taking my eyes off them, lit up and took a nice deep puff. Ahhh, some fresh air at last. I was feelin’ like a goddamn circus anThe Interrogation
by ~chikah
It Looks Like Rain\"It\'s raining again,\" she said and smiled. She always felt better in the rain– Something about the heavens weeping, About the raucous collisions of forces, About the energy in the air. \"Rain makes me feel more complete,\" she said and grinned. Something about the incessant pitter-patter, About the constant rhythm, bereft of influences, About the sweet scents, testifying its glory. \"Rain makes me sleep better,\" she said and went silent. Something about the gentle lullaby of the drops on the window, About the impartial interjections of crashing noise, About the uncannIt Looks Like Rain
by ~chikah
Cherry CokeShe stirred her drink thoughtfully with her straw. “You don’t find cherry Coke much anymore.” “Hmmm?” He glanced up from his root beer float just long enough to give her a bemused look. “Cherry Coke. It’s a rare commodity these days. And they haven’t even come out with some better drink to take its place.” “There’s Dr. Pepper,” he said absently. “Dr. Pepper? My ass. That’s not even the same thing.” “No, it’s similar thought.” “As if it—” She stopped herself from getting into the comfortable habit of letting him rile her. Instead, she siCherry Coke
by ~chikah
Favourites
Journal
No journal entries yet.
deviantID
No deviantID yet.
Devious Info
- Current Residence: Alberta, Canada
- Email: chik_let@hotmail.com
- MSN: chik_let@hotmail.com
deviantART Community Board
Comments
Site Map
©2009 deviantART. All rights reserved
--
. / / a d d i c t e d | t o | p i x e l s : [link] ==
thanks for swinging by to read Misplaced .. I'm glad you enjoyed it and that it has inspired you to try that style of writing...
--
[museless] [useless]
you're new ~~~
lolz, welcome to D.A. !!!!
i'm gonna put u on my watch.. keep those stories like "Cherry Coke" coming yeah... ~~~~
--
Blackout in Singapore
Join The Comment Revolution!
Previous PageNext Page