From: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org (eda-thoughts-digest) To: eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Subject: eda-thoughts-digest V3 #7 Reply-To: eda-thoughts@smoe.org Sender: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Errors-To: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Precedence: bulk eda-thoughts-digest Sunday, January 9 2000 Volume 03 : Number 007 * If you ever wish to unsubscribe, send an email to * eda-thoughts-digest-request@smoe.org with ONLY * the word unsubscribe in the body of the email * . * PLEASE :) when you reply to this digest to send a post TO the list, * change the subject to reflect what your post is about. A subject * of Re: eda-thoughts-digest V3 #xxx or the like gives readers no clue * as to what your message is about. Today's Subjects: ----------------- ET: Things i think about while i'm at the grocery store at the corner [] ET: Things I think about when I'm driving [kara garbe Subject: ET: Things i think about while i'm at the grocery store at the corner of rolling road and old keene mill Message-ID: Date: Sat, 8 Jan 2000 01:18:55 -0500 (Eastern Standard Time) X-Mailer: Simeon for Win32 Version 4.1.4 Build (40) X-Authentication: IMSP MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: TEXT/PLAIN; CHARSET=US-ASCII Sender: owner-eda-thoughts@smoe.org Precedence: bulk 1.6.00 my eyes fell, michael locking me up so that a response was impossible. i cannot remember your voice or your face. only the name remains. i felt your eyes upon me as i stood uncertainly before you, not knowing what you felt as you grazed my skin in passing. i still don't know if it was all in my head, or was there more, thick between us lifetimes of closeness that i forfeited when i walked away but i didn't mean to do it, i couldn't help it, michael my eyes simply fell and my lips moved wordlessly. i turned my head when i was outside, trying to see you through advertisement-shrouded windows but you were gone; i only saw small children clinging to the grated flesh of impatient adults who have lost so much as i have lost you. I want to peel back the space around us like an orange, sticky residue on my fingers to lick off later when the memory has faded, muted sections falling between us like old carcasses. The smell of fish and flesh in the staircase, the way the stairs get darker and more uneven as you climb higher, into territory I've never covered with my bright orange paint. Nails digging into stone walls, following the path you left, orange peels piling back up between us because you were too frantic to let me take the first bite. ------------------------------ Date: Sat, 8 Jan 2000 01:16:56 -0500 (EST) From: kara garbe Subject: ET: Things I think about when I'm driving 1.8.00 *comments appreciated* ~karagarbe What do I want? I want to be known. Not a name, a face, a page in the history book. I want to be shipwrecked upon a thousand beaches, the light from my signal flares leading a thousand people back to the homes they never lost-- to the ones they needed to find. Two headlights searching asphalt for any sign of its willingness to yield; finding nothing, only memories of dreams of memories. The trick of the vocal chords that gives sound to what would otherwise have merely been your tongue, kissing your teeth, never knowing another. ------------------------------ Date: Sat, 8 Jan 2000 14:04:33 EST From: JewelAng@aol.com Subject: ET: I'm done! and ANGELFOOD contest Hi Angels, Okay here's the deal: I just finished the new version of my site. Go to my website and on the message board you can post as many of of your favorite quotes as you want. Then sign my guestbook. (I hated how last time I did this all everyone did was just put a quote and I didn't get any feedback fro my site) I don't care if you construtive critizism. I'd like it a lot! I know it could be a lot better. Then at the end of contest I will pick one winner, whose quote I like the best. The winner will get my favorite angelfood tapes at the moment. "Filling Tiny Spaces" (a Rugburns and Jewel tape) and "Jewel Rocks the Paradies" All the quotes will then go on my website! Here's the info about my site: I've slaved over the new version of that damn website. Go see it! Poetry Stories Links Message Board Quotes Submitted Articules Feature Poet (Jim!) Feature Webpages (two this month) http://www.angelfire.com/yt/rebecca Oh if you write gothic stories or poetry, send it to me for my webpage. Peace. Rebecca http://www.angelfire.com/yt/rebecca http://www.angelfire.com/yt/jewel "It is the dead Not the living that make the longest demands: We die forever..." ------------------------------ Date: Sat, 8 Jan 2000 21:25:39 EST From: JewelAng@aol.com Subject: ET: The Road Trip (short story) Well here is a story of mine. Comments and flames wanted! So what if it's a little gushy...lol. Rebecca http://www.angelfire.com/yt/rebecca ************************************************ The Road Trip "I can’t believe it. I can’t believe I am actually sitting here next to Arden. I can’t believe I am taking a road trip to Alaska, but here I am. I’m with the man I have been hopelessly falling in love with. I hope by the end of this trip we can be more than just friends," Rena thought. “Hey Arden, when do you think we can stop for a little while? Rena asked. “Um, as soon as there is another rest stop. I need to stretch my legs a bit.” “Good.” Arden looked over and saw her smiling. He felt his heart flip over. Suddenly, Rena started laughing and Arden joined in with her. How long they laughed Arden couldn’t figure out, but he felt a little less tension between them slip away. He still couldn’t believe he had asked Rena to come along. They were good friends, but Arden knew his feelings were more than just friendship. “Right there is a rest stop.” Rena pointed “So there is.” “Of course.” Rena said sarcastically. She gave him a dazzling smile and he felt his heart do that little trick again. Rena noticed the softening of his eyes. She also saw a faint blush on his cheeks. She could not believe that she had made Arden blush. The car veered to the right and they pulled into a parking lot of a lush green rest area. There was a small concrete building up ahead that Arden guessed was the bathrooms. Under an areas shaded by large trees was a cluster of picnic tables. They stepped out of the car into the chilly autumn air. Arden grabbed a cooler from the back seat and they headed to a picnic tables to eat supper. Arden broke the silence by saying “I hope you don’t mind we didn’t stop somewhere for hot food.” “Of course.” Again Arden got graced with her beautiful smile. No one could have missed the look of happiness on her face. “I’m glad you came with me, Rena.” He said as he grabbed her hands from across the table. They ate supper in peaceful silence. After eating they headed back to the car. Once he put the cooler in the car he walked around to the other side to the car where Rena stood. When he saw her, his breath caught in his throat. The setting sun made her long brown hair gleam a majestic red. When he came closer he could see a single tear slide down her face. Arden stepped in front of her and gathered her in his arms. “What is wrong, Rena?” He murmured into her hair. “I’m just so happy.” He looked her in the eyes as he wiped the single tear away. At that moment he felt the greatest urge of his life, he wanted to kiss her. Rena saw the look in his eyes too. She knew that Arden wanted to kiss her. Her hand slowly came to his face. She could feel his warm breath against her cool cheek. Slowly he closed the distance between their mouths. He gave her a soft sweet kiss on her lips. They slowly parted and he laid a kiss on her forehead. Rena wished that his arms would never let her go. Sadly he pulled back a little. Arden opened the passenger door for her and helped her in. After he got into the car and started it up he asked, “Do you mind camping tonight? I think there is a campground up the road.” “Yeah, that’s perfectly fine.” About a mile up the road they found the campground. It was an attractive little place, with a small clear lake. The sun at this point had almost set, but they managed to set up the tent. Once camp was set up they headed toward the bathhouse. On the spur of the moment Arden grabbed her hand and held it in his own. He knew this be a wonderful night just because he could be with her. Rena seemed very quiet and he hoped he didn’t scare her away with his kiss. His fears were stopped when she told him to stop for a minute, and she told him to bend down. Then she gave him the sweetest kiss possible. Arden’s arms circled her waist so that their mouths were on the same level. The kiss became little deeper. Rena pulled away, for she feared if she didn’t she would never be able to stop. She then placed a soft kiss on his neck. Back at camp Arden started a fire that took away a little bit of the chill. Rena was sitting on a large rock that was big enough for two people, by the fire. After the fire was to his liking, Arden sat down next to her. “Are you still cold, Rena?” “Just a little bit.” “Hold on a second then.” He came back from the car with a dark green blanket she knew was from his bed. He placed it in his hands, on the blanket she could smell him. “Thank you, Arden.” “Your welcome.” He placed the blanket around her shoulders and placed a soft kiss on her forehead. The light bounced off his jet-black hair and golden brown eyes. He looked beautiful in his faded jeans, scruffy boots, and a sweatshirt that was too large for him. Looking at the straight edge of his jaw and the way he was dressed, she knew she had never seen anything so beautiful. Arden gazed up at the stars, then at beautiful Rena, and lastly his gaze traveled to the fire that was burning red, orange, and a faint blue. He knew at that moment he wanted her. Not just for tonight, but forever. His strong feelings scared him. This was a woman he loved al his life, only more recently as something more. He wrapped one of his arms around her back and kissed along the line of her jaw. She turned to him and her green eyes burned into him. There was more feeling in them now, then he had ever seen in a pair of eyes in nineteen years of life. He stared kissing her, slowly at first and then deeper. Their mouths fit as one, as it they were made for each other. He drew her up now so they were standing in the circle of their arms, as the fire flickered golden and hot. They were dancing slowly to the music of the night. “Arden?” “Yes?” “I think we should go into the tent.” Rebecca http://www.angelfire.com/yt/rebecca ------------------------------ End of eda-thoughts-digest V3 #7 ********************************