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Summer Novak Jul 2012
Describing the beast as savage would have been too generous;
the helpless child could do nothing but stare.
He watched the creature tear the doe’s limp body limb from limb and shove the ****** spoils into its terrifying jaws.
Summer Novak Jul 2012
i once had some oatmeal that was so bland it only brought up pictures of cardboard and parchment.
its amazing what a little brown sugar and raisins can do…
Summer Novak Jul 2012
the benches i always sit at are as cold as ice.
their metal structures scream at me to get off of them…

to leave them be and let them rust in silence and in solitude.
and i oblige to the request
Summer Novak Jul 2012
The sky was as gray and bleak as ever and, as usual, it looked as though it was promising a rain.

His navy trench coat only made him look taller and enhanced his pale skin and prominent cheek bones.

He gazed down at the Thames and upturned his collar before walking away with his hands in his pockets, giving a little smirk as he thought about his earlier discovery at the lodge…
Summer Novak Jul 2012
it was up in the sunny mountains.
with green all around.
the little haven had four walls, painted in ivory white and had intricate little designs cut out in all shapes;

she sat there in half lotus and took a sip of the jasmine tea before closing her eyes and taking a deep breath in
Summer Novak Jul 2012
Little beads of perspiration began to form all over his skin, tanned by the sun's fury.

Jonah stared up at the sky and uttered a sigh of relief when a gentle breeze interrupted the unrelenting heat of the day.

Though the views were nice and he was never at risk of not having something to record or take note of in his water color-stained journal, Jonah knew he was a prisoner on the ship…
Summer Novak Jul 2012
The ship rocked and swayed back and forth in the calm blue waters.

Despite the subtle breeze and beautiful view,
Jonah couldn’t help but crouch down and hang his head between his legs
in an attempt to shake the sickening feeling he was experiencing.

How do they cope? Jonah thought,
envying the crew, who didn’t seem to be phased by the never ending tilts
or reek of dead fish surrounding them.

His jealous day dream was suddenly cut off as his miserable breakfast from earlier
made a reappearance over the edge of the ship.
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