She could remember only two things from The King And I, but they were the same idea. Firstly, foreign men and kings teach white missionary women how to dance while dogmatically ordering, "let us dance!"; secondly men and kings are rather overbearing.
What really puzzled her, though, is that(more) Anna fell in love with the king in the first place. So out of her six-year-old ponderings grew a philosophy that saved her from inaspicious marriages: people will use what's on hand, even if they should not do so. (less)
"Noshing buhtween my soul and the savior! Keep the way clear! Let nuhthingg between!!!" The young drunk Eskimo man belted out the hymn with gusto.
Some people get mean after a few drunks, but Aaron was always sweet, and devout.
His grimy hands held his bible and he re(more)ad the verses with a slur and a tear. Oh Aaron, you are a sweet drunk. After dinner he insisted on doing all the dishes- slowly. And then he vacuumed. Slowly. He hobbled out into the snow, walking home with a drunken wobble, slowly. (less)
"I am in the heart of despair!" Olivia moaned.
"The heart of despair? Good God, what are quoting? Who talks like that?"
"I talk like that!" Olivia stopped sobbing only long enough to snap at her friend.
This was a bad day.
(more) "Well, ok. You got me there. What's the problem?"
Olivia calmed like a child being handed a container of tic-tacs. Soothed.
"Miley Cyrus unfriended me on Facebook!!! And after all the pictures I sent her, all the comments I put on her page, all the messages I sent her saying we should get together. And! And! I named my fantasy pet unicorn after her! And this is how she REPAYS me???!!!"
Olivia continued to sob. (less)
Flat top. Eklutna. Bear. Ptarmigan. Wolverine. Pioneer. Knoya. Kanchee. Tikishla. Juneau. Roberts. Goat. Pikes. O'Malley. Rendezvous...Gordon-Lyon..... Baldy.......
In her mind she ticked away every peak she had ever climbed, every mountain she had loved. Oh for the freedom of the hills, the exquisite joy of the naked (more)face of God. The silver weightless heavens finally taking the soul back, like a sky burial. (less)
you have up to 300 words. what will you say?Before technology trampled its loud elephant feet all over my quiet world... How many other people heard a robin sing in mid-April and reflected that it sounded just like running water?
When he came through to this world I saw his face floating beneath me in the water. His dark little shock of hair, ruffled in the pool. So tranquil. I could see nothing else in that moment.
And when I scooped him up and into my arms I coul(more)d think only, "hello there, we belong to each other. Now, take a breath...."
I don't even remember how cold it was in those days. I only know that we lived with the cold like strands of a braid. Cold, humanity, and the necessity to cope. With that unholy trinity life went on. In that understanding we lived. In that way life was(more) beautiful.
Even on the coldest of nights I would walk down to the lake shore and bask on the edge of the ice, watching the stars fall and hearing the ice boom and groan. Life was fiercely gorgeous on the edge. (less)
My elementary school was a long low building. Each door was painted a different color. The first door, kindergarten (or shall we say 'kindie-garden' as I remembered it?) was forest green. Outside the windows of the kindie-garden classroom grew long-needled pines from which baby birds often fell.
I saw the most remarkable girl the other morning. She was waiting for a skiff on the corner across from Friday Harbor in her black rain slicker and gum boots. Her eyes were as gray as a Maine Coon, so gray that if she were to cry I'm certain(more) she could make it rain. (less)
Bess plunked the frothy concoction down upon the counter. "This here I call the 'Surly Snowman,'" she barked. Jake lifted one brow at the portly old bar maid. "I understand the Surly element, but what exactly is the 'Snowman'...?" Jakes voice trailed away as he studied the glass. It(more) was Christmas Eve and there were marshmallows in his beer. (less)
Her mother declared the word easily, with gusto, even. But Violet read it slowly. Just one word in stained glass- Rebel- was it a command or a title? Now that was the question. Her eyebrows narrowed. "But Mum, how do you know that it does not say ruuuhbel, as(more) if it were a command?" The mother twirled her fine leather glove and sighed. (less)