“And I like to surprise him with something sweet” by Sasha on her bed


Sunday February 9, 2014
11:31pm
5 minutes
http://www.brooklynsupper.net

Build me an igloo
And I’ll make you a cake
Make me a bookshelf
And I’ll bring you a lake
Weave me a dream
And I’ll give you my heart
Shake out the spiders
And I’ll get a head start
Catch me a star
And I’ll stomp you a path
Listen to my songs
And I’ll run you a bath

“go viral” by Sasha on her couch


Saturday February 8, 2014
11:21am
5 minutes
http://www.nationalpost.com

If I told you that I was a nun before I was a baker, would you believe me? I was a nun before I was a baker. I took the vows and everything. I prayed to the Heavenly Father and I wept over my love of God. Then, I met Alistair and it all went… hooey. He was a med student, paying a visit to Sister Elizabeth that had a terrible fever. We met in the hallway and he told me a joke that I can’t seem to remember. What I do remember, though, was his blue eyes, bluer than I’d ever seen them before, bluer than Lake Simcoe. We went on a walk the next day, and the Mother Superior clucked as though I was breaking some sort of rule. I wasn’t! Yet. Sister Elizabeth got better and Alistair said that he couldn’t bear the thought of not seeing me anymore. I couldn’t quite bear it either. To be honest, I’d decided on the convent when it seemed like the quietest and most viable option for someone with my education and… family. I was trying to turn my life around.

“turning to the little girls” by Julia at Cafe Novo


Monday, February 10, 2014 at Cafe Novo
9:13am
5 minutes
Under the Lilacs
Louisa M. Alcott


All the little girls with their little girl curls, running wild in the parks and the lawns of strangers. Flying high with the morning giggles syphoned from a rainbow’s end, learning to hold hands with the younger ones and protect them from the mean ones.
All the little girls with their little girl curls, eating blueberries from the bush and getting raspberry stains on their little girl frill. With sighs about the afternoon and their late day naps, not wanting to miss the moments of growth and maturation that come from watching Mommy.
All the little girls with their little girl curls, thinking they can change the moods of the wind and the ocean and have them turn in their favour. They dream big with their wide-eyes and believe the impossible is possible and not only possible but easy.
All the little girls with their little girl curls, drinking sweet pear nectar from a bright blue or yellow cup. Gulping back the flesh of a fruit in a juice so perfectly constructed to suit their needs and satiate their every curiosity.

“And I like to surprise him with something sweet” by Julia on her couch


Sunday February 9, 2014
1:33am
5 minutes
http://www.brooklynsupper.net

Putting on my black lacy thing, I’m like Oh yeah this is all for you. Let the back ties stay a bit loose so he can see my skin and the birthmark that looks like a map of Africa. Spritz and spritz and spritz some more. Get that sweet vanilla frosting scent he likes so much and make sure it’s everywhere, on my neck, my hair, my inner thighs. He’ll go wild. I dream of it. He’ll come home and my intoxicating smell will arouse him from the door. He’ll be like Oh baby where is that mouth. I need to put my mouth on your mouth. And I will emerge from the kitchen with my black lacy thing underneath a red apron, wearing oven mitts and carrying a tray of heart shaped cookies with little inscriptions thoughtfully detailed on each one. Got some D’angelo playing. Oh yeah. He’ll take one look at me homemaking in my heels and he will accidentally yell Beyonce?? And I will giggle as I walk up him with that perfect little walk I do that drives him so perfectly crazy.

“go viral” by Julia at her desk


Saturday February 8, 2014
11:18am
5 minutes
http://www.nationalpost.com

Savvy had wanted to be one of those YouTube singing sensations. She had picked a new name and everything. She was going to get followers and fans and a music deal and a drug addiction. She was going about it all in the right way. She had followed other YouTube phenomenons to see how they had done it exactly. What surprised her were the videos themselves. Well edited and creative and at times using so many other individuals. Savvy wondered how she would get that fame if she were always competing for smiles with her friends and the extras she paid to be in her music videos for a cover she was singing of a band that every other YouTuber had done a cover for. She did not like the idea of learning to use a software. Not after spending so much time perfecting her singing face and learning which angle her nose looked best in. Savvy’s only M.O was to become a star, to be in an Us Weekly magazine and to maybe start her own perfume line.