Ruinart

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Provided Word: Print
Word Count: 100
originating post: anonymousblack


His Father and Mother being architects, Daniel learned to print perfectly before the age of 5.

His Father was a towering man who wore a chocolate brown felt hat and had an almost constant smile. He smelled of mint and trees. Daniel's Mother had golden curls that wreathed her face. She smelled of soap and apples and seemed to float when she moved. So when it came time to learn cursive, Daniel wasn't particularly interested.

This decision dismayed the nuns. All year they stood behind Daniel and rapt him across the head each time he refused. It was a long year.
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Ruinart

spring poems

since feeling is first
who pays any attention
to the syntax of things
will never wholly kiss you;

wholly to be a fool
while Spring is in the world

my blood approves,
and kisses are a far better fate
than wisdom
lady i swear by all flowers. Don't cry
--the best gesture of my brain is less than
your eyelids' flutter which says

we are for eachother: then
laugh, leaning back in my arms
for life's not a paragraph

And death i think is no parenthesis



-ee cummings
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Ruinart

(no subject)

Provided Word: Numbers
Word Count: 100
originating post: anonymousblack


While he slept, she sat down at the kitchen table and made a list of his pros and cons as a partner. She suspected she could do better, but she had to see the math.

Their years had dragged on ho-hum, neither good nor bad, never enough to justify a further move in either direction. After she completed the list with Pros such as: funny, hard working, and smells good, and cons like: forgetful, passive, and selfish, she then attributed a number value to each one, a worth in her own mind.

The numbers just didn't add up.
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Ruinart

(no subject)

Provided Word: Still
Word Count: 100
originating post: anonymousblack


The son moved when the Father did, and when he heard his Father stop, the son stopped also. He knew how to still and soften his footfall by walking lightly on the edges of his feet. This way, he crept down the stairs, padded the halls silently. The Father wasn't aware of the son's presence or location.

Once, the Father made an unexpected, sudden turn around a corner where the son was standing. The Father, surprised, visibly jumped and had to clutch at his chest. The son noted this, and was sure to surprise his Father more often.
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Ruinart

(no subject)

Provided Word: Then
Word Count: 100
originating post: anonymousblack


He had the seeds sitting in water until the shells parted and something alive started to peek out. He did it like his teacher had told him last year when they grew flowers in pots by the Project Room window. His older brothers said it wouldn't work. "You can't grow oranges in Maine. Everyone knows that." He figured they were lying. They lied about everything. His Mother shook her head and said "Don't make a mess," then his Father smiled and patted his shoulder, which made him think he was on the right track.
Ruinart

(no subject)

Provided Word: Table
Word Count: 100
originating post: anonymousblack


A meet-for-breakfast wasn't so odd. It was her bedtime and his day start. She looked lightly worn from a graveyard shift. He had pressed sleep marks by his eyes. The tables around them were silent with slow-day-starters working their way though coffee. The waitresses were pert, buzzing efficiently.

He leaned in while she dressed her plate with syrup."I'd like to see you some other time, you know, that isn't in a diner eating flapjacks."

She wore small smile and red sweater. She answered him with a slid blade in the jam jar.
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Ruinart

(no subject)

Provided Word: Radius
Word Count: 100
originating post: anonymousblack


"When we die we lose our identities and just become a consciousness, which has its benefits," he sniffed. "But when you lay down tonight, close your eyes and consider not being you. None of the things that make you individual. And then also, no trees, no flowers, no dogs such as they are, none of your favorite music, no making out in cars, no glass objects, no paintings, no scents."

"I think people are born with that sort of value for life." She said.

He encircled her forearm with his finger and thumb.

"Not all of them."
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Ruinart

(no subject)

Provided Word: Cough
Word Count: 100
originating post: anonymousblack


When blood started coming up with the cough, it scared him. It had happened first in Spanish class when he was identifying farm animals on a hand out and writing in the proper names. Just as he wrote, "El Caballo," he felt the irrepressible tickle in his chest and didn't get his hand to his mouth in time. Specks and drops of blood splattered over his paper. He felt his face drain of color and slowly raised his hand. Camille Porter was sitting at the desk on his right and was staring with her eyes bloomed widely at him.
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Ruinart

(no subject)

Provided Word: Stairwell
Word Count: 100
originating post: anonymousblack


There was a disagreement, and words spoken closely so the other could feel warm breath and emotion, but it was about something else, of course. In those moments of half-listening and studying each other's clothing - waiting for the break in speaking, a cue - she thought about Summer days growing up: the feeling after playing hard outside and right before going in to dinner. He thought about learning to drive and taking open roads the first time, the feeling of the air rushing in the windows.

They made love in the stair well a good while.
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