Death By Scrabble by Charlie Fish
She plays SWEATIER, using all her letters. 24 points plus a 50 point bonus. If it wasn't too hot to move I would strangle her right now. I am getting sweatier. She tells me she has lousy letters. She plays FAN, with the F on a double-letter, and gets up to fill the kettle and turn on the air conditioning. It's the hottest day for ten years and my wife is turning on the kettle. She sits back down with a heavy sigh and starts fiddling with her letters again. The rage gets to my fingertips and passes. She plays READY on a double-word for 18 points, then goes to pour herself a cup of tea. I steal a blank tile from the letter bag when she's not looking, and throw back a V from my rack. She asks me if I cheated. I really, really hate her. She plays IGNORE on the triple-word for 21 points. The steam rising from her cup of tea makes me feel hotter. My wife sleeps all the time. If only there was some way for me to get rid of her. I spot a chance to use all my letters. I have to test this. Stupid.
Walking tall in the face of danger: The picture of woman in make-up and heels who inspired Angelina Jolie with her defiance and pride as she refused to cower to gunmen during the Balkans war
Photograph by Tom Stoddart shows remarkable example of the human spirit in adversityIt is one of 78 pictures taken by the British photojournalist now on display near London's City HallExhibition promotes the International Committee of the Red Cross's Health Care in Danger campaign By David Williams, Chief Reporter PUBLISHED: 21:46 GMT, 8 August 2012 | UPDATED: 17:13 GMT, 9 August 2012 It is one of Angelina Jolie’s favourite photographs, an inspirational and iconic image of defiance and pride in the face of danger. Taken by award-winning British photojournalist Tom Stoddart at the height of the Balkans war in a suburb of Sarajevo haunted by snipers, the woman walks tall in her heels and best clothes refusing to cower to the gunmen of Bosnian Serb commander Ratko Mladic who daily picked-off their targets from the hills above the city. Tears of anguish: A mother prepares to send her confused child out of Sarajevo on a bus promised safe passage by the Serb forces during the siege in 1992
A Subtle Kind of Love - A Small Story.
A SUBTLE KIND OF LOVE. a story. He loved her in a distant kind of way, the same way the sun heats the Earth. If she were to disappear completely, he knew through pure logic that it would have no great, disastrous effect on him. And yet... He loved her in an abstract kind of way, the way a bee loves honey. He loved her in a removed kind of way, the way a butterfly's wings can start a tsunami halfway around the world. He loved her in a subtle kind of way. And she loved him just the same.
The Arrow of Time
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Thank Your Ex
Thank you for arguing with me. You taught me the correct way to disagree, as well as the incorrect way. You pushed me to my breaking point, so now I know to never go there again. Thank you for second-guessing every romantic gesture I made. Thank you for sharing with me. Thank you for boring evenings on the couch. Thank you for the loss of affection. Thank you for loving me. Thank you for facing a tough decision with me. Thank you for leaving me. Thank you for reconnecting. Thank you for ignored phone calls. Thank you for impacting me. Thank you for changing me. And, finally, thank you for helping create a me who is loved. Tagged 20 Somethings, Break Up, Change, College, Cooking, Dating, Dating Sucks, Exes, Expectations, Fights, growing up, jack daniels, learning, Love & Sex, Love Hurts, loxe-sex, Maturity, Monogamy, Realism, Relationship, Relationships, Romance, Thanks, The Notebook, The Office
You Are A Short Story, He Was A Novel
You are a short story. You start in the middle maybe, and you don’t have a long word count. A few pages. You’re certainly not a novel. You make me feel like I am also a short story to you. I know this, because he was a novel. You are more like: writing in the lines, in the margins, in the sides of notebooks. My short story is about a young girl, too young, who wasn’t ready to read everything that was handed to her, everything she bought from miles of books in a dusty, old used book store, everything she unknowingly, naively checked out of the library. He was a novel, sure. Tagged Books, Break ups, Commitment, Dating, Familiar, Fear of Commitment, Fiction, haruki murakami, Hook Up, Lit, Literature, Long Term Relationship, Love & Sex, loxe-sex, norwegian wood, Novels, Reading, Relationships, Short Stories, Words
