I'll try to update this page daily. It's a collection of all the one minute blurbs I've done at OneWord.
October 20, 2003
Advance
I feel you, moving toward me. Your breath in my ear, hands on my arms. Your touch is gentle... almost too gentle. My lips tremble, I lean back, into your arms. Tilt my head back, kiss you...
April 16, 2003
Order
"What'll you have?" she asked. Her gray-green eyes stared out expectantly from beneath her black bangs. She licked her lips and started to tap the pencil she held while I decided. Her eyebrow raised in an arch.
"Coffee, please," I said. She turned and walked away.
April 13, 2003
Specific
She pulled a vial off the shelf, putting it back a moment later. It wasn't right. Nothing here seemed to be. The specific vial seemed to be missing, and that was very bad. It had contained a poison so potent as to be able to wipe out an entire civilization within minutes.
April 8, 2003
Answer
"What? Answer me!" she screamed. His silence was killing her. All her life, she had wanted one thing, for him to speak to her, and he never had. But then, he did. She had asked him his name. But only the familiar silence came to her.
April 6, 2003
Jam
It was stuck. The wheel wouldn't turn, and we were sinking. The crew was ordered to move to the back of the ship, but we still sunk, weighed down by the fresh supplies picked up at the last port. I didn't know what to do. We would die.
April 6, 2003
Reluctant
She was reluctant to move. The snakes covered her feet, curling up her legs, caressing her ankles. She knew she had to get out, but she was frozen. Her team was shouting at her from above. Something pierced her ankle. Snakebite.
April 5, 2003
Permanent
It stayed where it was the entire time I lived on that street. Looming out over the street, the gargoyle's eyes seemed to gleam in the moonlight, almost alive. Then, one night, it was gone. I didn't know what had happened. In the morning it was back. Until then, I never appreciated its magic.
April 3, 2003
Shake
He shivers in the cold of the night. A snowflake falls, landing on his arm. He shivers and brushes it away before getting up and walking down the dark street. As he passes an alley, a figure leaps out at him, brandishing a knife. He is killed, alone, lying on the pavement.
April 2, 2003
Wrong
Which is the right path, I wonder? Is it to know the truth? Or is it to live in blissful lies? I don't know, myself. I choose the former. I like to know the truth, and I hate lies. Of course, you can never be as happy if you know the truth. It's so horrible so often. Oh well, it's my life.
April 1, 2003
Valid
The conductor walked slowly down the aisle, taking people's tickets. He got to me and I shrunk back in my seat. My ticket had been given to me, I didn't know if it was valid or not. As he took it, he looked me in the eye. He gave it back and passed on. I sighed with relief as his back receded down the aisle. It had been valid.
March 31, 2003
Action
Her motions were deliberate, and graceful. It was hard to believe how she could provoke so much emotion in a person, yet remain so cold. As she crossed the ghostly stage, her actions graceful and beautiful, I shuddered, only then realizing the evil that hid beneath the soft surface.
March 29, 2003
Plastic
Her features were stiff, plastic-like. It never occurred to me that she was wearing a mask. It moved like real skin. It just didn't look right.
She would come to me sometimes. At night, mostly. She told me it was alright. My mother had never done that. And daddy was dead. Years ago.
March 28, 2003
Guide
He led me through the darkness of the forest. Trees pressed in on all sides. Something moved in the darkness beyond the ring of light from his lantern. He dropped it and pulled out a sword, seemingly from nowhere. A moment later, a wolf lay dead on the ground near us.
March 27, 2003
Sleeve
My arm slips through the sleeve of my shirt. Something catches my eye as the neck comes over my head and I turn to look at it. A bird sits on the windowsill, its blue feathers lit by the morning sun. I wonder how such beauty can be possible in this ugly world. I pick up a book and throw it at the window. The bird flies away and the moment is lost.
March 26, 2003
Pepper
I sneeze as the fine gray dust hits my face. My eyes shut instinctively so I don't get stung. The seasoning so wonderful on my food hurts when it gets in your eyes. I don't know why things have to be like that. Life is strange. So am I, really, so it shouldn't matter much. Blah.
March 25, 2003
Lines
They stand at attention, eerily silent. I wander through their ranks, hearing only their and my own breath. My blood pounds in my ears, and I jump a little. I can't believe how still they are. It's impossible for humans to be this still, isn't it?
March 22, 2003
Missing
What happened? It was here a minute ago. Where did it go? I wonder.... no. It can't be there. Where, then? Maybe... no. Not there either. Damn it! Where is it? Where'd my brain go? I have no freaking idea. Where's my sanity? Gah!
March 20, 2003
Level
Floors ticked by on the meter above the elevator door. I waited to come to my floor, the 13th. The others in the elevator looked at my spiked hair and piercings as if I was some sort of alien. They had no idea how right they were.
March 19, 2003
Count
Numbers, streaming through my head. God, when will they stop? They won't leave! Goddamn numbers...leave me alone! Please! Get out of my head, please! Oh god...numbers...
March 16, 2003
Dictate
What to do? Should I? No. maybe... [No. You mustn't...something else, maybe. Kill! You must the blood...So sweet] No...I won't...