fragment | iii
Posted by littlepeace on May 23, 2012 · Leave a Comment
“… it was one of those moments when your heart gives a wrench and you suddenly feel like you can’t breathe, and all you can manage to say is … ‘oh.’” “and?” “and … what?” “and what is the point?” “what do you mean, ‘what is the point’?” “what sort of reaction were you hoping … Read more
truth’s stranger than fiction … if you word it correctly
Posted by littlepeace on May 7, 2012 · Leave a Comment
once upon a time, there was a girl who was very sleepy and liked coffee and books and ruins of castles or abbeys or things like that, and music. that was a lot of things to like, but she managed to find time for them all. anyhow, once upon a sleepy monday, she was even more … Read more
fractured fairy tale
Posted by littlepeace on April 27, 2012 · Leave a Comment
she had the sort of disposition rumored to turn princes into frogs, and a face to match. soured, they called her, or shrunken — like a rosebud caught in the cold and frost-burned before it had a chance to bloom. unlovely was she, and unloving. grasping, shunning, temperamental, self-absorbed — the complete antithesis of what a … Read more
he who has ears
Posted by littlepeace on April 5, 2012 · Leave a Comment
it was a weird night the wind moaning in the branches of trees silhouetted by a scant-full moon passover night when the blood ran and the wine flowed when the angel of death had turned his face away and we were saved memorial supper eaten, torch in hand we marched to the garden, well-earned rest … Read more
Category Christianity, lent, Most High, poetry, stories · Tagged with Easter, holy week, lent, the passion
fragment | ii
Posted by littlepeace on March 26, 2012 · Leave a Comment
“you know, i would never have taken you for the hard-boiled type.” “no one asked you to take me as anything.” “mm. can’t break eggs without ruffling a few feathers, i guess.” “what kind of a mixed metaphor is that?” “was it? i’d like to mix you a metaphor sometime. do you prefer yours shaken … Read more
fragment
Posted by littlepeace on March 20, 2012 · Leave a Comment
“i am going to beat you with my slipper,” she said, and she meant it. yet all he did was laugh. he had seen her slippers, after all.
walking home
Posted by littlepeace on February 3, 2012 · 1 Comment
squelch, squelch, squelch … i trudged along down the sidewalk, feeling the tide rise in my tennis shoes and my little toes going numb. with my hood pulled tight around my face to keep the rain out, i felt blinkered like a horse. with my blinders on, it’s all pretty good — i could take … Read more
Category adventures, Most High, ruminations, stories
stormy, stormy night
Posted by littlepeace on August 18, 2011 · Leave a Comment
i rearranged all the furniture in my room and now my desk is against the window so i can look out and see everything. it’s dark right now, but the cicadas are trying to sing amid the roar of the wind and the rumble of thunder. oh, and the funny noises the power substation two … Read more
Category poetry, random, ruminations, stories
silent spring
Posted by littlepeace on April 20, 2011 · Leave a Comment
cold creeps in through the shutters and under the doors, caressing the floors i walk upon barefoot, half asleep, wandering uncertainly while i wonder when this undecided season will finally make up her mind and stop playing cat-and-mouse with the flowers and the frost. but i have wondered so many things that i never earned … Read more
Category Christianity, Most High, poetry, stories
inner dialogue
Posted by littlepeace on April 8, 2011 · Leave a Comment
“psst. psst. psssssssssst! hello? hello? hello! look, i’m talking to you!” “i am quite aware of the fact, thank you.” “well, then why didn’t you answer?” “maybe i was thinking.” “pssh, that doesn’t give you the right to ignore people. you could at least … Read more
