No-one. Completely empty of any other being human or animal. The menacing culprit I almost called the police to come save me from is an open window that is allowing a March breeze to flap through the curtains and periodically bump into the cupboard door that someone left ajar.
It's all those horror movies he loves to watch. The ones that I've been jumping in my seat and hiding behind my hands through for years. They're making me imagine the worst. Tonight we are watching a romantic comedy or better yet a drama that will have me weeping at the end. My sanity demands it.
Friday, 5 March 2010
Adam's turn
Haven't you seen the movies? Don't you know how this ends? If only you could answer me I would feel braver. I can feel the trembling in my fingers the icy cold damp of fear running down my back. Why do I have to do this? Can't I just close my eyes and wish the sound away?
‘Hello!’ Still nothing just that door calling me closer with each bang.
The phone is lying on the table next to the kitchen door; the image of the person on the other end laughing makes me decide against calling 911. I hold the phone up over my head as I enter the kitchen.
It's been a few weeks since he wrote this. Oops! I'll try follow on today.
‘Hello!’ Still nothing just that door calling me closer with each bang.
The phone is lying on the table next to the kitchen door; the image of the person on the other end laughing makes me decide against calling 911. I hold the phone up over my head as I enter the kitchen.
It's been a few weeks since he wrote this. Oops! I'll try follow on today.
Friday, 15 January 2010
Adam... your turn
Shh! Can you hear that? No? It's the cupboard door in the kitchen. It has been opening and closing itself the whole day.I'm not sure if the cabin fever has gotten its evil bite into me. God you sure you don't hear it. (See comment by Adam).
God, are you there? Have you forsaken me in my hour of madness? This is madness talking to myself. I should just get up and check on the cupboard. It is probably not been shut properly and keeps banging open and closed in the breeze. Wait. There is someone in the kitchen now. Someone humming. I know that tune.
'Hello. Is someone home?' Silence. The humming has stopped. Klik. The cupboard door again. God, you there? Did you hear it this time? Screw this. I'm going in there.
Your Turn.
God, are you there? Have you forsaken me in my hour of madness? This is madness talking to myself. I should just get up and check on the cupboard. It is probably not been shut properly and keeps banging open and closed in the breeze. Wait. There is someone in the kitchen now. Someone humming. I know that tune.
'Hello. Is someone home?' Silence. The humming has stopped. Klik. The cupboard door again. God, you there? Did you hear it this time? Screw this. I'm going in there.
Your Turn.
Tuesday, 30 January 2007
The Beat must go on!
The sound of his drumming echoed in her ears. She loves to hear him play. The loud, fast beat seems to calm her. She still gets a thrill just watching him. Nervous little butterflies fight each other in her stomach. She falls in love again each time. That's my man!
The look of passive concentration on his face when he is in what she calls the zone. The bounce that starts in his feet and writhes it's way throughout his whole body. The pleasure he gets from playing shows and something about that passion really turns her on. The beat draws her in. The beat commands her to listen. The beat owns her.
The look of passive concentration on his face when he is in what she calls the zone. The bounce that starts in his feet and writhes it's way throughout his whole body. The pleasure he gets from playing shows and something about that passion really turns her on. The beat draws her in. The beat commands her to listen. The beat owns her.
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