Dimanche Fille

  • That Infection Called Love

      Memories of you and I still linger –  They give me unnecessary headaches.  As annoying as an unseen splinter,  The stinging reminds me of my mistakes.    It’s an infection creeping through my head,  Slowly making it’s way through my body.  Insects finding a way to live and spread,  Succeed in finding life to…

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  • A Not-So Grandma Adventure

    Over the river and through the woods to Grandmother’s house we go. The cart knows the way to carry the prey that try to hold onto their souls. Grandma has been kidnapped, and we need to save her. What do we know so far? She has been kidnapped by a demon, dragged to hell, and…

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  • These are a few of my favorite things

    What was your favorite or most memorable childhood toy? You’d be surprised what kind of answers come from asking that question. You might even surprise yourself with your own answer, remembering long ago moments you didn’t think you’d ever think of again. How did you get the toy? Was it a reward? A gift? Something…

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  • A Serial Killer’s Sonnet

      I wish to place your hand in mine sweet dear, To touch the warmth of your fragile, soft skin, And take you to lovely dreams. Oh, don’t fear! For you shall not be watched or stalked by sin.    Strangers are forbidden here, in this place. None will follow or cling to your sweet…

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  • Out the Window

    Out the Window

    What do you see when you look out the window?   I used to look out a window when I was younger, Easily inspired to write lovely poems and adventurous stories.   I looked out my bedroom window on Winona Street. I would climb out and sit on the roof,   Observing those that casually walked…

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  • Now you see me, now you don’t

    Hair: Dark, brownSkin color: OliveHeight: 5’5Eyes: Dark brownSuper power: Ability to disappear and appear at will. I don’t actually disappear into a void – that would be terrifying. I just become invisible. My skin, hair, and nails bend light around itself, so that it casts no shadow and produces no reflection. This goes for anything…

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  • In the end, we are all performers

    What a beautiful day for a bike ride! Natalie Portman and I took out the tandem bike for our adventure, and our two other friends were riding alongside. The sun was out, the birds were singing, and the smell in the air was oh, so fresh. However, further along our trip the roads became muddy…

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  • Dear Mom

    Dear Mom

    It is my Mom’s birthday today, and I forgot. Usually I would send her flowers, write her a poem, or make her something cheesy that only she would like. One year I made her felt flowers, each pedal listing a reason why I loved her. More popular gifts involved trips to the dollar store down…

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  • What is your Mission?

    What is your Mission?

    Mission (as defined in the 1937 Webster English Dictionary):  (5.) The business of an agent, messenger or ambassador. (7.) Extra religious services for stimulating faith and zeal. Mission (as defined in Urban Dictionary): a method of describing a journey or task of great difficulty, boredom, or length. I feel this falls in line with those definitions. …

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  • You already know I love you, but Merry Christmas

    Costco, gingerbread houses, and Justin Bieber were all a part of my Christmas this year. I loved every second of it. My family has always had a nontraditional way of celebrating the holidays. Most of it stems from fully knowing we love each other very much. Therefore, we don’t need to waste energy buying gifts…

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