http://slow.writerscafe.org/perposterous The original writings of author preposterous en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776672390 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15   Sitting in the front of Rian's pickup truck. An old Toyota pickup truck that used to belong to his dad until he handed it down to Rian. I was sitting in the passenger seat minding my own business, picking some gunk outta under my nails. We were parked in front of a CVS Pharmacy that.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/perposterous/788632/   Sometimes I wonder about what would happen if I was born a girl. My name would be Christina and I would have the biggest rack. Every guy would be obsessed with me and I would hate it. Actually I'm not sure, I haven't had that much conversations with girls except for Dusty. I told Andrew about.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/perposterous/784182/ You know sometimes when you wake up for school and you're a bit early so you're like "Hey, I bet it's not a problem if I sleep another minute or two!", and next thing you know you're chasing the bus as kids taunt you with a waffle in your mouth.I was riding Chris's red Huffy bike up and down their n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/perposterous/781043/ "Listen, if you don't shut up, I'mma do it myself, you got that?" I shouted. Mason scowled at me. So what if we're brothers? Fighting evens out the bumps, not every friendship is a smooth ride. I ran back into my room and slammed the door shut. Seconds later, I heard the annoying punk songs boo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/perposterous/779558/ Dusty was in her room, she had rocketed outta the backyard after our lips touched. Chris came home a minute later, smelling of grease and fries. I commanded him to get up to our room as soon as possible, my legs flying up the stairs but stopping at the top.Chris yawned then said "Why man? I got.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/perposterous/777807/ The man approached me, he was a husky kind of guy. He wore a wife-beater and khaki pants like he just woke up. The scent of tobacco lingered from his mouth. The man was balding, patch or two of hair above his ears. He said something roughly to me, hard to hear, but I understood, it was a number. I n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/perposterous/777327/ 6:05 Evening  I suppose every once in a while people make mistakes, and they are forgiven. But not today, Andrew thinks I'm going to let him off the hook just because he's "pretty" and "funny" and "every girl's dream". Well he's not. He's a lying backstabbing thief. I sat bitterly on the c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/perposterous/774982/ I'm jammin' on my iPhone playing this form of Guitar Hero and I'm reaching the part where it gets real fast and I have to slam my thumbs all over the screen to get all the notes in to reach my high score. I'm hearing this loud thumping noise outside of Chris's and my room, footsteps. Probably Chris'.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/perposterous/774745/ So there's this cat on your window. Just the little ledge on the closed window where you put little pots of cacti or flowers. And see, the cat on your window ledge is weird.Why?Because you don't own that cat. You've never seen the cat.And the cat is just sitting there, it's green-yellow eyes da.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/perposterous/774232/ Sipping my coffee, I feel light. But weighted down by work. I was a home mom, had a little craft store on the internet, but my husband Kent was the manager at a big industry, earning money. Christopher, still lazying around with Andrew all the time. And their friend Dusty adds an extra plate to dinn.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/perposterous/774027/ "Hadoken! Aww yeaaahhh!""Shut up!"That's basically all we say when Andrew and I are playing video games, which are mostly fighting ones. Today we were playing Street Fighter and Andrew once again beat the s**t outta me using that Ryu guy. Dad was out getting his car repaired cause the engine wa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/perposterous/774018/ 7:30. Dinner time.Chris and Andrew left for home exactly 24 minutes and 6 secondsago with Nebbs, rotten creature... Chris had left me a slip of paper with their phone numbers incase we wanted to "hang out" as "buds". I re-read theirphone numbers over and over until I was inte.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/perposterous/774003/ This Dusty chick is sitting in her cutey position (Criss-Cross) on the far side of the coffee table because Chris and I are taking up the couch. She sippin' her Earl Grey from her pink mug and constantly rubbing her hair in between her fingers until I asked her about herself. Downfall-She has a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/perposterous/773470/ I stuck a bunch of these girly pansy-a*s Band-aids on my knees after rubbing Neosporin on them. They say it feels like cold water or something but it really feels like acid. Of course I had to be nice to the lady who brought me in and donated her medical supplies to us. Andrew just sat on the other .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/perposterous/773334/ I stared out the window and watched them, those two boys who happened to stumble across this neighborhood that did not belong to them whatsoever.The first boy had dark brown hair with that skater cut you always see other skater-guys having. The second boy had pale yellow hair the was a bit like a bu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/perposterous/772024/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/perposterous/772013/ Years had past and I was 13. Mama and Papa were holding up, Papa got a raise, and Mama got an order of seven dresses from a rich lady in a city far from here, she wanted silky dresses with lace and ribbon, pearly beads and sparkles for her seven daughters,and the pay was more then she could dream of.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/perposterous/770939/     Another school day was here, another day of teasing I suppose. We did role call and then began working on our arithmetic, writing, and reading. The time went slowly for the other children but quickly for me. I could speed through a sentence before a child could finish soundin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/perposterous/769428/ My name is Olive Oyl, and no I am not that woman from the Popeye comics. Nor are my mother's name "Corn Oyl" and my father's "Peanut Oyl". They are Lisa and Joesph, and are proud to bear those names.  I, as a small girl, was sitting down in the sand, dirtying up my.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/perposterous/769418/    My name is Olive Oyl, and no I am not that woman from the Popeye comics. Nor are my mother's name "Corn Oyl" and my father's "Peanut Oyl". They are Lisa and Joesph, and are proud to bear those names.  I, as a small girl, was sitting down in the sand, dirtying up my little dress. 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