innate talent [original fiction]

November 13, 2009

“This doesn’t come easy for you, does it?” he asks, breaking the comfortable silence between the two of them. He’s fascinated (his homework lay untouched) , watching her tackle her programming homework.
She looks up from her laptop, blows her bangs off her face, and smiles ruefully. “No, it doesn’t.” Wisps of hair have fallen out [...]

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unscathed

November 13, 2009

I turned in my written exam today and slid it underneath Chiang Laoshi’s door and apparently she can’t find it.
I’m about ready to cry, guys. I thought Friday the 13th wasn’t going to affect me at all– but I WAS WRONG.
If it’s not there, then I don’t know where it is. Plain and simple. I [...]

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autumn on the east coast [original fiction-ish?]

November 13, 2009

Here are the things I love:
The red-gold-brown of fallen leaves that crunch underneath my boots when I trek across campus.
The seasonal pumpkin flavored pastries and lattes.
The heady scent of wood-chips and inhaling cold, crisp air on evening walks.
The silky texture of my cashmere wrap, its weight on my shoulders.
The elegant picture of Bryn Mawr girls [...]

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