http://slow.writerscafe.org/stolireality The original writings of author stolireality en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776258079 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 SUNDAY, JANUARY 16, 2011As I'm reading myself to sleep in an ancient rocking chair, I hear the echo of the wedding bells outside of my house. I lift my weightless body from the fragile wooden frame rather effortlessly and step outside. My sister in her priest attire  is conducing a wedding cere.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stolireality/666791/ MONDAY, OCTOBER 18, 20104am. doors and windows wide open. nothing gets this stagnant feeling out. i play pretend, and, in my mind, i am dozens of people i'll never be. i change scenes and curtain colors. i move around the pictures on my fridge and dye my hair. i'm still suffocating. i want to r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stolireality/666790/ TUESDAY, JULY 20, 2010Will I be the bigger person by accepting the past for what it was and tell you neither one of us won? For all I remember, for you, winning was taking away from me what I have found to replace you. For me winning was making you want me back. Now, winning is being here and not wi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stolireality/666787/ WEDNESDAY, JUNE 16, 2010I rather enjoy that tingly feeling you get when seeing an old friend, who's been away for a while. The shy smile, the awkward hug, the first couple of odd minutes, while you two blankly stare each other in the eyes with nothing yet everything you want to tell one another. I t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stolireality/666783/ WEDNESDAY, APRIL 14, 2010Breathe in. Breathe out. Heart beat in my ears. Smell of rain in the room. Sound of rain outside. I feel alive.Pause.This is one of those moments that happens right after you take a sip of wine, fill your lungs with air and quietly smile to yourself. That little smile in the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stolireality/666777/ TUESDAY, MARCH 16, 2010She walked into the backyard of a gorgeous house, impressed, yet not expecting a thrill… Work is work; rain or snow. The enormous mansion is residing on top of a green hill overlooking nothing but other expensive castles and a country side creek hidden among trees. She .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stolireality/666772/ FRIDAY, MARCH 5, 2010poorly lit bathroom.lingering darkness.friday morning.reflection in the mirror gives her a wondering look. pink notes covering the mirror are a reminder of poor choices made last night. broken nails carve into the transparent skin of her hands as she bites her lip. "can't believ.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stolireality/666771/ THURSDAY, MARCH 4, 2010"Last night I was writing about you. I know my screaming and shouting won't keep you. I know I know I know..." I open one eye while my cold fingers search for the snooze button on the radio. Oh sweet irony that this song is to wake up to. I open the other eye; it is one of tho.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stolireality/666769/ Sunday, February 28, 20104:28 AMWalk. Dance. Laugh. Walk. Drive. Don't smoke. Autopilot - on. Walk. Walk. Don't think…I make my way up to the second floor, impatiently waiting for the door to open. My black pumps fly away into the darkness of the living room as I my legs give up after a night.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stolireality/666766/ Thursday, February 25, 201012:27 AMThe blue clock in the dash blinks and shows 12:08am, as the car behind her impatiently honks and flashes the high beams. Her lashes fly up to meet her scared reflection in the tiny unlit mirror on the visor, as her foot unconsciously hits the gas pedal. With h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stolireality/666765/ Saturday, January 28, 20108:09 PMSome days I just can't seem to escape the questioning look of the gold mirror hanging next to my front door. What a stupid idea it was to hang it there! Once again, I run away to my favorite hiding place: a little Austinesque coffee shop on the lake. A tiny wooden ta.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stolireality/666762/ Sunday, January 24, 20103:17 PMShadows of rising smoke mark the pages in front of me, as he gets lost in his own conversation illuminated by a red sunset. Surrounded by my own vague thoughts, I drain his brain for inspiration. Precious, but worthless this moment. As usual, the science fiction rant t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stolireality/666761/ Saturday, January 16, 20108:10 PMI take most of life's disappointments with sarcasm and most of its hits with painkillers. A glass of whiskey to help it down. Always thought that the lack of sleep can be easily fixed in the same manner. But my mind f***s with me in ways no alcohol or pills can ever .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stolireality/666759/ Sunday, December 20, 20099:55 PMLemony Snicket's Series of Unfortunate Events meets The Grinch on the edge of nervous breakdown. Old wooden frame of an ancient futon is facing the night trees, as the dark circles under my empty eyes are getting illuminated by the colorful Christmas lights tangled on.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stolireality/666757/ Sunday, November 22, 20099:40 PMThe highway goes on for miles ahead of them. He looks at the clock, as he hopelessly tries to slow it down with his eyes; he looks back at the road, as his hands desperately grab onto the steering wheel of a car flying 90mph. She looks down, as his reflection in the C.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stolireality/666753/ Wednesday, November 18, 200910:52 PMYour ghost has taken residence in my bed I never wanted you to be in. My heart is rushing to my throat, my hands are colder than ice, my mind is choking on our memories. You walked out of a building, and we enjoyed a cigarette. Smoke… Tricky thing that smok.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stolireality/666752/ Sunday, November 01, 20099:01 PMA question is beating in the back of my heart, as you hold my hand in your sleep. Next thing I know, million stories are flying through my mind as I lay awake in the middle of the night, missing your hand in mine. The catastrophe of a friend's broken spirit is in.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stolireality/666750/ Sunday, October 25, 200910:16 PMShe is running away into Sunday night through the empty airport. Unannounced and uninvited random thoughts come and go for no specific reason. The plane is waiting on her… She dazes into the flight and gets lost in re-living the blur of the last 48 hours. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stolireality/666748/ Friday, August 28, 20098:11 PMIt's passed 8pm on a late summer evening, and the room is slowly submerging into the darkness of a hot Austin night. The TV is flickering in front of me, muted. The ice cubes are melting in my glass of diet coke that is sitting on the coffee table within the reach of my.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stolireality/666746/ Monday, August 17, 20096:43 PMI'm sitting on the balcony and listening to the Weather Channel claiming all the way from the living room that the high temperature for today is 94F. The thermometer next to me is melting in disagreement while showing 105F. The tree across the street are barely moving; .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stolireality/666744/ Tuesday, August 04, 20097:38 PMYou spend your entire life building relationships with people. You struggle and fight for the ones you want to keep. You desperately seek a glimpse of a smile and a trace of happiness in their faces that reassure you that what you are doing is important to them. Y.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stolireality/666743/ Thursday, July 30, 200910:46 PMThe loneliest place to get stuck in is an airport. I find myself surrounded by thousands of people rushing to catch a plane or a cab. Either way, we are all in a hurry to get out of here; we are all in a hurry to get to our next destination. Nobody stops to think about.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stolireality/666739/ Sunday, July 26, 20091:03 PMMove # 4 since last August; move # 12 in the last 4 years; exhausting, damaging, hurtful and destructive. I'm sitting on piles of boxes, clothes and memories trying to figure out what to keep what to throw away. Every time I move, I throw away part of my life. After .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stolireality/666738/ Friday, July 17, 2009 4:28 AMThe events of everyday life fly passed me. I try to keep up; it drowns me.My mind is so exhausted and confused, that it can no longer see the meaning of my surroundings. In my head, the time is somewhere else, but here. I open my eyes and hear two voices; I open my .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stolireality/666737/ Tuesday, July 07, 2009 2:46 AMI find myself once again wide awake, flipping channels in the middle of the night. I re-arrange my pillows for the 100th time and slowly start at channel 98, hoping for some 'Entourage' on HBO. Disappointed. As I go down the channels, I briefly glance at VH1, then .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stolireality/666736/ Sunday, June 21, 200911:11 PMI'm sitting among strangers, wondering what brought us all into this confined space on this Sunday night. The girl across the aisle is going back to cram for her LSAT. The older gentleman in front of me is going on business. The couple behind me took a spur-of-the-moment.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stolireality/666735/