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Jo Ellen Aragon
- Culver City, CA
- Last Record: 2013-05-09 12:39:35 -0700
- Joined: Nov 10, 2010
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The Patient floated out the window and into the air. The tube connecting his arm to a plastic bag filled with blood acted as a tether, his last connection to the earth below where his real body, st...
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The poinsettia, a seasonal flower, longed for the dog days of summer, while the hydrangea longed for snow-capped hills.
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Well, it was pretty time consuming, not going to lie, and you’ll probably have an easier time if you use Photoshop (although, I’m not sure how much easier since I don’t know ho... |
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Married for only two weeks, the Andersons of Corona really took the phrase “till death do us part” literally when they both committed suicide first with laudanum (which didn’t ... |
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There it was again. The headline scrolling on the bottom of my television screen. The one that I kept my television on for just a five second glimpse every ten minutes. I let the words sink in e... |
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Stepping over three bodies (two of them belonging to the Allies, one to the Germans), Private Bones runs through the trenches, clutching a folded piece of paper in his hand. “Fucking Kraut... |
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I sit in the living room of my house, surrounded by people whose faces barely register. They are all dressed in black. My son liked to dress in black and gray. I always asked him if he was going... |
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"The Motel Guinevere," I said to myself as I studied the red, neon sign. Right next to the name of the hotel was the words "No Vacancy" with the "No" unlit. I shouldered my heavy duffel bag and ... |
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I know her from somewhere, but where? Was she on a television show? No. Movie? I don’t think so. She doesn’t have the face for the big screen...wait—I know—No, wait, neve... |
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There's plenty of other fish in the sea. ------> There’s only one true fish for you. |
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“How did you get here?” “Is this heaven?” “Who let you in here?” “Where are the girls?” “Don... |
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I watched the movie for the one hundred and twenty-second time from beginning to end and fell in love with this movie all over again. |
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I have friends in many dark places. |
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We stand in no kid’s land, eye to eye, while holding out our hands, we shake and say our good-byes. No fight. No war, until tomo... |
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The demonic din of the freeway interrupted his thoughts so he rolled up his window and thought of open road. |
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Where do bubbles go after they've popped? |
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The black and white film flickers as I dream of an airport in the rain. |
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There was a hole in the ceiling that led to no where so I climbed up into it and disappeared. |
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You're my soul reimagined into a crime fighting superhero. |
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There was an urgency in her nerves whenever she was on the edge of something grand. |
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I call her my wallet-size queen. She calls me her David-size king.
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"I had a bad dream last night," I said to my friend. "I was in a room with a mountain of socks and none of them matched." |
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The tyrannosaurus rex mounted the rocket ship with only one thing in mind: get to the moon! |
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Before they became extinct, dinosaurs use to be astronauts, don't you know? |
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Leaning his head against the garden wall, he listened for any sounds, but all he heard was the breeze that carried the faint whisper of the flowers and trees. |
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Realizing that I had been defeated, I said to my friend, "Best 6 out of 11?" |
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Wearing only a fez, vest, and a pair of pants, the man danced to the jingle of a music box for money. He didn't like the taste of his own medicine. |
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When he was around her, he talked in circles, always ending where he began. |
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One vulture said to the other, "Do you want the left eye ball or the right?" |
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The birds that use to live in my lungs have flown south for the winter so now I can't speak. |
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Let's shuffle our vinyl records like playing cards. |
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Having always stared up at it through the waters all her life, the mermaid couldn't help but fall in love with the sky. |
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Excuse me while I put on my adventure face. |
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They made moonrises for people like us. |
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Please stay on the line for the rest of your life. |
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Please stay tuned for more while we put you on hold. |
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Let's share our scar stories with each other. |
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Let me name the moons for you. |
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Blind since birth, she had never seen the stars. But when she pictured them in her mind, she'd describe them as fireworks. |
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Children grow up and turn into adults, but not me! |
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Do monster kids grow up dreaming of us? |
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The mother cow said to her calf, "there's no use crying over spilled grass." |
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At a dinner party, one penguin said to another, "you look positively dashing, old chap." |
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I read the newspaper today and realized the world wasn't just in back and white. |
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I think our definitions of super are very different. |
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I regret to inform you that our opinions differ. Please accept this basket of stale bread, fruit cake, and a hand knitted oversized vomit-green sweater with a cat on it. |
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Ants see giants all the time. |
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She's not afraid of the dark, but she's afraid of everything else. |
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The mermaid fell in love with the sky. One day, the sky fell. |
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The most beautiful woman Peter had ever seen walked into his studio. Looking at him over her sunglasses, she pointed at his latest project. “Pretty. What’s ... |
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My grandma was wild. In 1951, my grandma snuck onto the track at the Indianapolis 500, got into one of the Formula One race cars, and did a few laps befo... |
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The town of Guinevere was located on the edge of a vast forest. If you were to walk one mile towards the center from any point around the edge, you would come across a hill. The hill was not vis... |
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The man who lived next door to my family had died. Our other neighbors were saying it was a heart attack and that when his elderly mom came to check up on him, she found him lying on the stairs.... |
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The Fatherment. Data entrails. Byte raids. Program rats. And the motherboard. The future don’t look too bright from here, ladies... |
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Annabelle watched through her bedroom window as the big, burly men carried the large brown boxes into the house—well, it wasn’t exactly her room. It didn’t feel |
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There aren’t flying cars or hover boards. No designer babies or mutant humans with super powers. But doesn’t it feel like we’re living in the future? We’ve got tiny compu... |
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Ae you the kind of person who "fights"? Or are you the opposite? Does it depend on the situation? What goes through your mind when flight or flight kicks in? |
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What was it like being a teenager in the 80's, 90's, or 00's? Has a lot changed since then for you emotionally/mentally/spiritually? What do you miss the most from your adolescence? Did you hate... |
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Are you a cryer? When have you shed tears? During a movie or at a funeral? Have you ever laughed so hard you cried? |
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Two completely unrelated events that occur together in a meaningful way. |
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I've been writing this book about two bestfriends growing up in Venice/Culver City in SoCal and this is the first chapter.
Chapter 1 <... |
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Gwen sat in the living room. She was nestled in between her parents on the three cushion couch. They were watching the lottery numbers being drawn.... |
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I first notice the hole on a Monday. It was midnight on the dot when a black spot on the ceiling had caught my eye. Dragging my wooden desk chair to the center of my studio apartment, I stood up... |
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Mom is a quiet woman. Unlike most Filipino women, she doesn’t cook—doesn’t know how to make lumpia or chicken adobo or some other complicated Filipino... |
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