edith zimmerman

I had extreme porn spam on the blog this week, but with help from some friends, I straightened it out. Sorry about that.

Comments should be working again, too, so please tell me your thoughts.

This is a short story.

Laura pinned the cell phone to her ear while she painted a long, perfect stripe of red nail polish down her index finger’s nail. With subsequent strokes she spread it in a perfect oval. “Oh my goodness, Kelly, what? Haha! Uh oh, it’s almost eight, I have to go, I’m meeting Josh soon, and I haven’t eaten all day, or all yesterday. Bye!”

Laura clicked ‘end’ on the phone and tossed it onto the couch, then shook her hands to dry the nail polish. She was beautiful, with golden brown hair falling in waves down her back, perfect skin as poreless as candy, and legs that seemed to go on forever. Her lips were full and cloaked in vibrant red lipstick, and she was naked except for a pair of patent-leather red high heels. She walked into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator gingerly, to prevent against smudging her nail polish.

Inside the refrigerator were 10 bottles of Yellow Tail Sauvignon Blanc. “What do I want for dinner?” she said into the refrigerator, as the cold air billowed onto her naked body. She took out a bottle of Yellow Tail and poured the whole thing into a pop-top exercise bottle, and then went into her bedroom. She sucked deeply on the pop-top exercise bottle while looking at the dresses in her closet.

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A couple weeks ago my fr ie nds and I made some themed drawings while passing 18 hours at a bar. We gave ourselves a one-word inspiration for each set, and the first word was “gun”, which proved really popular throughout the rest of the drawings.

“Gun”

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Here’s a test:

That’s right; only owls hunt mostly at night.

[Thanks to Sachar for the link, and I also used this link.]

The Daribi of New Guinea, for example, have children make a small box and bury it in the ground, telling them that after a while a treasure will appear inside but they must not peek…Invariably the youngsters succumb to curiosity — only to find a sample of human feces.

Dear journal,
Today Mrs Walsh said come out into the playground so we went outside She said put your workbooks in your desk then we went outside.

Mrs Walsh was near the swings and she said come over to the swings Some people got on the swings but Mrs Walsh said Nope . She had boxes  Everyone take a box now.

I had a blue one Mrs. Walsh said do not open them . They have a special prize in them and you can not open them until the treasure happens I said what is the treasure and she said I can not tell you She said put them in the sand and wait for the treasure

I put mine in the sand and do you know what there was poop inside !! !

Later JEsses mom brought puppy surprise on her bike we opened it there were four puppys