Wednesday, 16 October 2013

Just Coffee

Notice me you cute little shit! I think before ordering my coffee. I take a glance at the corner even though I know he’s still there.
I grab my cuppa and sit down at my normal table pulling out my laptop, going through the motions to start my homework because my brain is in shambles.
I exasperatedly whisper to myself, “What do I even do?” I notice a shadow fall over my computer.
“You could start by saying hi?”
Startled, I close my laptop. Why the hell did I just? “Oh hi,” I say tentatively, “I’m Caroline.”
“I’m Mark,” he sits down. “What were you doing?” he asks and points at my closed laptop.
“I was just starting on an assignment for one of my classes.” I am suddenly hyper aware of every one of my movements, so I put my hands around my coffee cup to appear less awkward, “and you?” I remove one hand from the cup to point at his things still at the other table.
“Nothing terribly exciting” he says, then taking a sip of his coffee.
“I should probably get back to work” I wrench my hands off of my coffee and open my laptop, giving them something to do.
“See you next week?”
“Of course”
--

I walk in the door and look over to his table, as always. He’s not there. I frantically glance around as I walk up to the cashier. He’s sitting at my table today.

Tuesday, 16 April 2013

Prompt: Boats


I love the feeling I get when I’m on a boat. I most frequent water taxis rather than ferries. The constant up down, the sun is usually glinting off the water through my sunglasses and into my eyes but I don’t stop staring. The feeling I get in my stomach when we drop from a big wave, adrenaline washing over, wanting it again. I listen to the waves crashing and watch the white water turning from our wake. I’m headed somewhere, and the boat is what’s taking me there. 

Wednesday, 3 April 2013

Stream of Consciousness: Bus and Feelings

I'm sitting on the bus surrounded by strangers and my mind is all over the place. generally, though it''s on you. to quote The Lizzie Bennet Diaries, and Darcy, specifically, "I was in the middle before i knew it had begun". it really sums up the way i feel about this whole situation. it hadn't been until i said it out loud that i really knew i meant it. I like you. Who is 'you'? The internet doesn't know, hell, I don't even know. I know your name, I know what you look like, and I know what your voice sounds like. But I don't know you. and that scares me a little. I don't know how to strike up a conversation with you. fuck, i'm not even good at this 'boy' thing. I'm so lost with it all. but maybe that's okay. 

(i did this on the bus last night and it felt so good to just get this off my chest)

Tuesday, 2 April 2013

bliss

my sleepy brain
sees your face
as i walk into the room

sip coffee
wake up some
i lean on your shoulder
feeling the bliss

(i'm going to be attempting BEDA! look out for poems, flash fictions and stream of consiousness)

Sunday, 31 March 2013

getting to know you

i dont know how to dress
the idea of you makes me nervous
sitting beside me
and i barely know your name

laughing, joking, conversing
getting to know you
slightly

(its about a boy at school. and i wrote this right before class the other day)

Tuesday, 26 March 2013

in my dreams


I try to rub the sleepiness from my eyes
They still droop
Coffee would only make things worse
I’d stay up too late
And I wouldn’t be able to just sit in bed
With only you on my mind

And maybe this way
You’ll actually stay in my dreams


(i literally wrote this in 5 minutes because just needed to shove something out)

Wednesday, 6 March 2013

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We all get up in a hurry, we playing collectively, one of our favourite games of the week. The sun has gone down behind the mountain and we've sung our campfire closing song, Taps. I run past John wanting to make it up to the dining hall first, and by doing so, it is immediately made a race. He wins, of course, being 6' 3" and all. Huffing and puffing we agonizingly wait for the rest of our respective cabin mates to arrive before Arianna comes to remind us of the rules.

quick in class freewrite of an idea i'm forming for a creative essay (i'll post the creative 'write your own story' essay once its written)