MadeleineHerzog's profile

I usually get up about 15 minutes after my alarm clock rings. Why don’t I just set my alarm clock for 7:15? Well, I did. I got up at 7:30 on an old clipper in the tropics; the people are more colorful than the flora out there on that old boat. Then, I heard my little sister run down the stairs and my mother yell at her from the backdoor. My dog pushed the door in and clawed my face. She has a temper, that’s what my mother says. I don’t believe dogs are allowed to have tempers. After school w...

Summer night trickled down my leg and never felt the slightly cold and rocky pavement. I wouldn’t have noticed you even if you were to touch my thigh. A white feathery thigh under the spell of goose bumps and fingertips, mist and darkness; didn’t they tell me to wait until it gets dark? Everything will slow down. We rode up lonely suburban streets, under the eyes of lights hanging from tall posts. Sticking our tongues out at the closed doors, warmth seeped from those closed doors. Most lights...

One more stair and I'll be facing an open sky and a couple of glass doors. They've seen so many sad faces even though they're clear. Walking, walking, running, trip and fall, walking, walking, driving, I let up on the break and ease through red lights looking both ways and into the mirrors. The steering in this car isn't as loose as my old Suburban and making all of those rights takes a lot less spinning of the wheel which is good for me because I try to conserve as much energy as humanly po...

I wish I could say, I hacked into the internet today. I understand the internet, of course I do, but I still wish I knew how to hack into it. And I'm not just talking about myspace and e-bay, I'm talking about what those internet hackers did today. I remember that movie called, Hackers, with Angelina wearing totally hot clothes and sporting a rather fashionable haircut, well, I wanted to be her. I have the same feeling towards hackers right now as I did after I saw that movie. Hackers are ju...

I grew up on the beach surrounded by pelicans and sea shells and full of lovely blue dreams. Flight, the smell of salt and the sound of waves washing up and down; these are the sounds of freedom, still I dream only of the ocean. I am perfectly content with this sort of easy freedom. The way the pelicans sit on the white caps and drink the salt water; I ate my salt water taffy and dreamt of lying on white feather beds. Someone once told me there are more stars in the universe than grains of sa...