163

She kicked her heel and then tapped her toe on the curb to shake off the dusty dirt.

162

"Too much sci-fi," he whispered.

161

She spoke in past tense about things that haven't happened yet.

160

We were from different sides of the playground.

159

She dreamt about robots again.

158

The secret's in the mischief,
the mischief's in their eyes.
Everybody loves someone
even though they lie.

157

I am the first daughter,
the sea, it came to me.
I heard you whisper in the hall
"She's me! She's really me."

156

The fighting was too much for her
The blood, flowing free
She couldn't help but stare at them
Need to see, need to see

155

These thoughts occupy me,
wrap around my mind
This is what I think about
All the time, all the time

154

The words took on their own rhythm.

153

Like waking from a dream.

152

The difference a single word could make.

151

All of her senses were keyed up, honed in on every detail, and they made her headache much worse.

150

She went to sleep when the birds woke up.

149

A butterfly with flames for wings, a shock of electricity for a body.

148

She wondered why she bothered quoting obscure movies and TV shows to her friends who hadn't seen them.

147

Too tired to write,
She passed through her distractions.
Thank you, internet.

146

Forward was backward.

145

The beginnings of a song.

144

And his smile too.

142

His head in the clouds but his feet on the ground.
He received compliments graciously but never expected them.
That's why she loved him.

143

Well I've got no more to do, no further to run
I wanna go out and stay in the sun
I wanna leave this place, leave these memories behind
and move on from here in a new state of mind

141

Sometimes you hear exactly what you need to hear, exactly when you need to hear it.

140

She thought about moving a little past the trendy limit. Or maybe she would stay well within it.

139

He woke up with a poem in his head.

138

Even reading aloud didn't keep her awake.

137

The girl's voice pitched upward at the end of every sentence, as if everything she said was a question.

136

The fundamental problem was that she thought different things were important.

135

She failed to understand how someone with so many varied interests still had trouble being intellectually stimulated by her university studies.

134

Yellow and white bits of paper scribbled with blue and black ink scattered across the desk.

133

She didn't know if she was on speaking terms with the one person with which she wanted to have a conversation.

132

She had no problem lying to you.

131

And then she fell.

130

She jotted ideas on the nearest type of paper.

129

You talk about it and a picture forms in my head. I always see the clearest picture.

128

Echoes mixed with foggy memories.

127

Why was everyone running?

126

She said, "I'm going to take a long weekend for a short trip."

I heard, "I'm sick of the city. I need to get away for a few days."

125

After she realized she couldn't fall asleep before 2 a.m. no matter what she tried, she chose to make better use of her nights.

124

The scribblings of a distracted mind.

123

She missed watching Jeopardy so she worked on her chess game.

122

Every time she saw a typo, she looked at the keyboard to see how easy it was to make that mistake.

121

Paperclips littered her room.

120

She couldn't help but think of possibilities.

119

Rumbling coughs erupted out of her throat every few minutes.

118

Something strange was happening.

117

A template for their conversations.

116

Celebration was defeat.

115

We now return to our regularly scheduled programming.

114

Nimble fingers, ready mind (past midnight).

113

An exercise in solitude.

112

She read a few paragraphs before she realized they were in a foreign language.

111

And then he felt nothing at all.

110

She didn't mind staying up late until she woke up in the afternoon the next day.

109

Part-time secretary, full-time student.

108

The answer to both questions was, "I have none."

107

A project with no name and a name with no project.

106

She lived in distractions.

105

She walked around the block a second time and hoped to give one of the shop owners déjà vu.

104

She stopped speaking not because she ran out of things to say but because she could think of nothing else to add.

103

Hello, everyone, this is Scott Hannigan broadcasting from...well, I can't really say where, can I? I'd like to think we're all on the same team, but truth is, there are people against us and they might be picking up this signal.

Most folks are scared with what happened. I'm scared too, so you'll excuse me when I leave out personal details. I've been in radio for a long time--long before the corporations controlled what you heard--so when I came across this radio station after World Union Day (terrible name, by the way), I thought I'd check if it was usable. If you can hear me, that's proof this set up works.

I lived in a small town, and most everybody spread out and left. I don't have any family out in these parts, so I'm on my own. I try not to be out at night too much. Never know if someone's in the dark waiting to jump you. Not that I have anything worth taking. Got the clothes I'm wearing and my boots, that's it. But anyway, I'm rambling. It's not too bad, but it's lonely out here. I'm guess it's lonely for you out there too.

I'm checking the gear here and everything seems to be working, so if there are folks out there with working radios, you should be able to pick up this signal. Like I said, I'm an old radio man, and that means I like the sound of my own voice. I do have something to say if you're listening, though.

They took away our structure from the top down, on a global scale, and that's scary as hell. We don't have any guarantees anymore. We can't have any expectations. Nothing we knew in life is certain anymore. They changed the world for worse, but they didn't change any of us. They can't.

If you're out there and you're listening, I'm asking you to think about all the other people out there--we're all just as scared. We all want to be safe. We all want to wake up last week and realize this was a nightmare. We can't trust the governments to be there for us anymore, but we can trust each other. You're out there and you know I'm here. My voice is your proof. I think you've got to be out there, but I've gotta go on faith. Think about everyone out there going on faith, surviving on hope. That's what we have to do.

Or else, all those leaders we put into office, all those men and women who threw away their responsibilities to leave the world in chaos, they win. They're failures. They don't deserve a victory.

Don't let them ruin the whole world. We get through this, and we win.

102

Strawberry ice cream, strawberry yogurt, strawberry strawberries.

101

Over the first hurdle; back on the winding track.

100

Even, round, square, divisible.

99

Never trust more to memory than you have to.

98

Everything found a place in her notebook.

97

She never understood how they watched so much TV and became slaves to mass media.

96

By the end of the class, pen twirling left ink marks that dotted her hand and fingers.

95

Irregular pattern of minuscule bruises from the keys in her pocket.

94

The seven seconds it took for two subway trains to pass each other in opposite directions at top speed.

93

She missed the feel of a wooden pencil between her fingers.

92

Demystified murmuring she could understand.

91

Everything had perfect symmetry (for a little while).

90

Why must everything be quantified?

89

Her dreams trapped her in sleep, made her think she was awake and living her life while she was stuck in bed.

88

She never liked racing against the clock.

87

After a certain point in the night, she no longer felt tired.

86

No imagination, no creation.

85

They could not progress because they lacked vision.

84

Could a person recover from dieing just a little?

83

Every few hours, the narrating voice in her mind changed to another character.

82

She was wary of people who immediately looked for shortcuts when they had work to do.

81

For a few seconds before she woke up, she thought she was back home sleeping in her own bed instead of sleeping halfway across the world.

80

Out of sight, out of mind never worked for her.

79

A childhood filled with code words, club houses, and secret handshakes.

78

Writing, reading, watching: she pin-balled among them all day.

77

No one had to know.

76

She counted contradictions on her morning commute.

75

Everything was as related as it seemed.

74

Her vision flickered and the raindrops against the window turned into small black spiders descending on single strands of webbing.

73

She never got used to the noise of the city.

72

She had the most terrible headache.

Again.

71

Her headache pounded and throbbed. For once, she had no idea why.

70

Some days she didn't say a word until the afternoon and then her voice was raspy, as if she were losing despite not using it.

69

She walked through the rain drinking from a water bottle.

68

She pushed when she should have pulled, pulled when she should have pushed. Doorknobs were not her friends.

67

The accordion player seemed bored.

66

A burst of wind pulled her umbrella inside out and then her left foot stepped into a puddle, soaking her pant leg from the shin down.

65

She did somersaults, hand stands, and back flips across the floor, but it was all in her head.

64

She couldn't help thinking about possibilities, about what her life might have been like if she made other choices.

63

She didn't mind being lost and walking around the same block twice if it meant a chance at giving someone déjà vu.

62

This is fiction.

This is fact.

61

And sometimes in the afternoon.

60

Her hair defied gravity every morning and every night.

59

Some days, all she wanted to do when she got home was play piano but she never learned how to play any instrument.

58

Her left ear rang. Her right foot throbbed.

57

Her socks, as well as her shoes, squeaked on the wooden floor.

56

The scenes her mind created did not easily translate to written words.

55

Everything smelled like burnt toast.

54

Charlotte was in one of her states again when the world twisted and folded into something horrible as it poured into her mind. Voices were shrieks of terror in her ears or whispers of terrible things about to happen. Every person was her enemy. She saw it in the way they looked at her with cautious but confident eyes. Everything became a weapon to be used against her. Her skin tingled in anticipation. Her muscles tensed.

Charlotte walked down the sidewalk and avoided eye contact with every person she passed. If even one of them saw her, they might know. Even the dogs wouldn't look at her. They could sense something was wrong with her, something that couldn't be fixed.

Buses and cars blurred in front of her, each one a threat to her safety. The black and yellow taxi at the corner transformed into a monster in her vision. The hood snapped open to reveal massive jaws. The low rumble of the engine became a roar as it lurched forward to devour her, to make her disappear forever.

Charlotte blinked and the monster was a taxi again. She knew the dangers she saw were hallucinations but when she was experiencing them, they felt too real. The traffic wouldn't harm her and neither would people, but Charlotte could see what was coming and that...that was something to fear.

She turned the corner and walked in the light from the street lamps. Everything was lit here. Street lamps, business signs, and store windows--everything was light except for the darkening sky.

The nightmares were rushing in.

53

Caffeine didn't keep her awake as well as writing could.

52

I don't know when the world ended. People thought it would be obvious. Nuclear war, a natural disaster--something would mark the end of civilization as we knew it. People thought December 31, 1999 (better known as Y2K) would crash all of our technology because computers couldn't possibly switch their dates from '99 to '00 without total failure. People thought the Mayans predicted the apocalypse when they ended their calendar on December 21, 2012.

But we're still here.

No, the end of the world was not so abrupt. It came quietly, without anyone noticing for a long time what was happening. Word leaders signed agreements behind closed doors. Governments melded until there was one government, until there was no government.

Radiation didn't kill us and the sun didn't black out. The worst death is the one you don't feel, because you don't know you're dead. We were free. We were done.

The day they made the announcement that our trusted leaders dissolved our world's structure started out like most days. Except the day was a little more special for me.

It was my twenty-fifth birthday.

51

Lights turned on automatically as she walked down the sidewalk, strobe-lighting her silhouette.

50

Characters and scenarios mingled in her mind, a narration with no definite plot.

49

She could hear the jet engines' rumble, the steady vibration beneath her feet. It was time to go.

48

I am a monkey sitting here,
typing out so randomly.
Some phrases grow into sentences
and some turn into scenes.
The rest I put in stacks,
compost piles of English scraps
to fertilize future stories.

47

Fingers moved over the keyboard, nimbly striking keys, writing a story that did not exist.

46

Her fingers fumbled in the mists of her mind, grasping at words but verses eluded her.

45

She dreamt ridiculous dreams.

44

After all the errands and everything she accomplished that day, maybe she would be tired enough to sleep (provided her mind allowed her rest).

43

She couldn't remember his voice anymore. Just his laugh.

42

Every child she passed in the park looked up and smiled at her.

41

In her mind, they never left her driveway on that crisp June night. They're still there, enjoying each other's company without saying much. He never put the car in reverse and drove away, never to speak to her again.

40

Every fiber of her body shouted for her to flee, to run immediately but she wasn't quite ready.

39

As the girl's head slammed into the metal bench, the bystander felt the pain as if it were in his skull.

38

She will tire of you
And find something new
Always moving, always changing
Always learning
Her sleep filled with dreaming
She dreamed of sleeping

37

She couldn't stand his constant monologue much longer.

36

Scotch tape couldn't hold broken English together.

35

The sun turned her hair a lighter, reddish brown over the summer, but she liked her usual shade just fine.

34

Paid summer jobs weren't worth the time they took away from meaningful pursuits.

33

Then she snapped a dozen pictures under the soft overcast light.

32

Every time the sunlight dimmed, she looked up to see how big the cloud was.

31

Alone but not lonely.

30

The spider she saw out of the corner of her eye disappeared after she turned on the light.

29

The empty tissue box was nothing more than a dust collector.

28

Beware clueless and short-tempered tourists.

27

More than anything, she wanted to pick up the guitar and play.

26

Now time to relax
lazy Sunday afternoon
nap and then dinner

25

Instead of doing everything, she sat and listened to music.

24

At that moment, was sleeping more important than writing?

23

She filled her mind with characters she hated and characters she loved.

22

Before she woke up, she knew she didn't sleep well.

21

Lyrics in the song
swam through her over-worked mind
non-stop, all day long

20

She felt the rhythm of the music, the throbbing beat. No need to listen for it, no reason to pay attention to the song.

19

The view from the front door of the crashing, slanting rain captivated her attention until the thunderclouds passed.

18

Hail stones clicked and tapped Morse code across the roof and skylight.

17

A restless excitement, active boredom.

16

The headache took up residence and would not leave.

15

The pain in her arm lessened until it was a single spot of soreness on her shoulder the width of a finger.

14

The light above her head flickered as she turned the page.

13

The more she read, the more she wanted to read. The more she watched, the more she wanted to watch.

12

A half hour later, the paper cut no longer stung. Looking at it under a lamp, she saw it had already healed over.

11

Shadows moved just out of sight. Not a trick of light, not sleep deprivation.

10

Anger spread through her like a poison. Her head throbbed, stomach churned, body ached.

9

Fireworks, lightning, and thunder mingled in the night. Flashes and rumbles from opposite sides of the sky.

8

Applause and cheers flooded the theater as the movie credits scrolled. The cast and crew couldn't hear them, but the feedback was sincere.

7

No matter where she sat in the house, she felt a draft.

6

She underlined any words, phrases, or sentences in the novel that she could connect to her own life and would think about why later.

5

Fwoosh! The flash burst in the room,
a harmless bolt of lighting.
One moment distilled on film,
one story in a four-by-six.

4

If her mind screamed loud enough, she wondered if he would hear.

3

The novel throbbed in her hands, a heart beat of its own accord.

2

Moonlight spilled through the window blinds, streaked across her bed.

1

If I start thinking
in haiku form, syllables,
will I speak that way?