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.