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} catch(err) {}</description><title>Paper Bags &amp; Napkins</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @rakkan)</generator><link>http://rakkan.tumblr.com/</link><item><title>Marco Polo</title><description>In China he is eating dinner in a restaurant that the Zagat Guide picked out for him, and I am here...</description><link>http://rakkan.tumblr.com/post/51054165581</link><guid>http://rakkan.tumblr.com/post/51054165581</guid><pubDate>Wed, 22 May 2013 02:19:00 -0400</pubDate><category>prose</category><category>fiction</category><category>writing</category><category>creative writing</category><category>words</category><category>long distance</category><category>flash fiction</category></item><item><title>He speaks a liquid tongue. </title><description>His voice is like butter melting in a pan over the stove. It pours over a room like hot oil lacing a...</description><link>http://rakkan.tumblr.com/post/51052350609</link><guid>http://rakkan.tumblr.com/post/51052350609</guid><pubDate>Wed, 22 May 2013 01:38:00 -0400</pubDate><category>prose</category><category>fragment</category><category>original content</category><category>writing</category><category>creative writing</category><category>words</category><category>spilled ink</category></item><item><title>Vacationing</title><description>Some people buy easy-chairs, Jack, but all I&amp;#8217;ve got is you. I&amp;#8217;m ringing the doorbell at...</description><link>http://rakkan.tumblr.com/post/51049196379</link><guid>http://rakkan.tumblr.com/post/51049196379</guid><pubDate>Wed, 22 May 2013 00:38:23 -0400</pubDate><category>jack</category><category>writing</category><category>prose</category><category>creative writing</category><category>fiction</category><category>words</category><category>thoughts</category><category>spilled ink</category></item><item><title>
The boy who sings happy birthday at your party is never the one who stays till all the balloons are...</title><description>
The boy who sings happy birthday at your party is never the one who stays till all the balloons are...</description><link>http://rakkan.tumblr.com/post/50976804946</link><guid>http://rakkan.tumblr.com/post/50976804946</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 May 2013 03:55:00 -0400</pubDate><category>prose</category><category>writing</category><category>creative writing</category><category>words</category><category>spilled ink</category><category>original content</category><category>fiction</category></item><item><title>Sunshine</title><description>the trumpets explodedgold flames in her eyesand a blaring pulse to matchhe said,...</description><link>http://rakkan.tumblr.com/post/50969718200</link><guid>http://rakkan.tumblr.com/post/50969718200</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 May 2013 01:03:00 -0400</pubDate><category>poetry</category><category>writing</category><category>creative writing</category><category>spilled ink</category><category>original content</category><category>words</category></item><item><title>

You are at ease only when the sun has set — relieved that the daylight no longer obliges you to...</title><description>

You are at ease only when the sun has set — relieved that the daylight no longer obliges you to...</description><link>http://rakkan.tumblr.com/post/50394126707</link><guid>http://rakkan.tumblr.com/post/50394126707</guid><pubDate>Mon, 13 May 2013 23:02:00 -0400</pubDate><category>prose</category><category>creative writing</category><category>fiction</category><category>thoughts</category><category>words</category><category>spilled ink</category><category>writing</category></item><item><title>Sluice</title><description>There you are, suddenly. Like always. Standing under the canopy of some store window as though the...</description><link>http://rakkan.tumblr.com/post/48678250741</link><guid>http://rakkan.tumblr.com/post/48678250741</guid><pubDate>Tue, 23 Apr 2013 02:15:22 -0400</pubDate><category>jack</category><category>writing</category><category>creative writing</category><category>prose</category><category>thoughts</category><category>words</category><category>someone should seriously tell me to stop this</category></item><item><title>
In an alleyway where the darkness is velvety, I am your cigarette holder. Not the cigarette. I...</title><description>
In an alleyway where the darkness is velvety, I am your cigarette holder. Not the cigarette. I...</description><link>http://rakkan.tumblr.com/post/47847454699</link><guid>http://rakkan.tumblr.com/post/47847454699</guid><pubDate>Sat, 13 Apr 2013 02:56:00 -0400</pubDate><category>prose</category><category>fiction</category><category>prosetry</category><category>writing</category><category>creative writing</category><category>words</category><category>thoughts</category><category>original</category><category>spilled ink</category></item><item><title>Hello, followers old and new!Over the past few months,...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/14905f273ed1feb9d80135189084bc64/tumblr_ml3lmlxO8D1qa22y4o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hello, followers old and new!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Over the past few months, I’ve had the privilege of gaining many new followers, and I feel like I’ve never really properly introduced myself. So here’s a picture to allow you to put a face to a name for starters (and just in case the name’s a mystery to you too: it’s Madeeha). &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I’m 20 years old, and currently finishing up my third year of university, majoring in English rather predictably and dabbling in linguistics on the side. I read, most of the time, and usually begin and end my days with chocolate. I like to see new places, but I love more to go back to those that are familiar in the way that eases your heart. I watch films often and take pictures because I know there is an enchantment in images different from the magic of words. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I write creatively on this blog. I don’t believe I have any specific format, genre, or style to promise you, but I can promise that I write what I feel. Because writing allows me to explore experiences that I may never have had, or revisit those that have stayed with me, I don’t think it’s fair to really say that I write what I &lt;em&gt;know&lt;/em&gt;, nor is it something I aspire to. I write about what I feel, and there is much to learn from that along the way. I know things because I write more often than I write because I know things.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I also have a personal blog (although I am not very great at talking about myself, as evidenced by the lack of activity there): &lt;a href="http://www.lamarionnettiste.tumblr.com"&gt;http://www.lamarionnettiste.tumblr.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;And here are the photographs I take: &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/madeehahashmi"&gt;http://www.flickr.com/madeehahashmi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;It’s nice to meet you.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://rakkan.tumblr.com/post/47706039928</link><guid>http://rakkan.tumblr.com/post/47706039928</guid><pubDate>Thu, 11 Apr 2013 11:56:00 -0400</pubDate><category>me</category><category>gpoy</category><category>introduction</category><category>followers</category><category>writing</category><category>personal</category><category>thoughts</category><category>words</category></item><item><title>Graduation</title><description>You&amp;#8217;re looking at the moment where a dream comes true. You thought it would be fireworks. You...</description><link>http://rakkan.tumblr.com/post/47124965999</link><guid>http://rakkan.tumblr.com/post/47124965999</guid><pubDate>Thu, 04 Apr 2013 15:16:00 -0400</pubDate><category>prose</category><category>fiction</category><category>writing</category><category>creative writing</category><category>words</category><category>thoughts</category><category>spilled ink</category><category>short story</category><category>short fiction</category><category>flash fiction</category></item><item><title>Three Blocks South</title><description>He&amp;#8217;s standing in the fourth floor hallway of an apartment building. It isn&amp;#8217;t his...</description><link>http://rakkan.tumblr.com/post/46994655624</link><guid>http://rakkan.tumblr.com/post/46994655624</guid><pubDate>Tue, 02 Apr 2013 23:20:45 -0400</pubDate><category>prose</category><category>fiction</category><category>writing</category><category>creative writing</category><category>original</category><category>spilled ink</category><category>words</category></item><item><title>
I wanted to spend the winter sinkingmy feet into the tracks you left in the snowyou spoke in...</title><description>
I wanted to spend the winter sinkingmy feet into the tracks you left in the snowyou spoke in...</description><link>http://rakkan.tumblr.com/post/45471440860</link><guid>http://rakkan.tumblr.com/post/45471440860</guid><pubDate>Fri, 15 Mar 2013 23:34:00 -0400</pubDate><category>poetry</category><category>writing</category><category>creative writing</category><category>words</category><category>original</category><category>spilled ink</category></item><item><title>Conversations With The Real Imagined Boys (8)</title><description>&amp;#8220;I&amp;#8217;d sell all my books if I could trade them for just one girl like...</description><link>http://rakkan.tumblr.com/post/45469913627</link><guid>http://rakkan.tumblr.com/post/45469913627</guid><pubDate>Fri, 15 Mar 2013 23:13:00 -0400</pubDate><category>prose</category><category>writing</category><category>fragment</category><category>snippet</category><category>conversations with the real imagined boys</category><category>spilled ink</category><category>words</category><category>original</category></item><item><title>
There it goes. Slipping away like the drinks slip down all of those tossed back heads. You&amp;#8217;re...</title><description>
There it goes. Slipping away like the drinks slip down all of those tossed back heads. You&amp;#8217;re...</description><link>http://rakkan.tumblr.com/post/44126334388</link><guid>http://rakkan.tumblr.com/post/44126334388</guid><pubDate>Wed, 27 Feb 2013 01:26:06 -0500</pubDate><category>prose</category><category>fragment</category><category>writing</category><category>creative writing</category><category>fiction</category><category>spilled ink</category></item><item><title>His Careful Words.</title><description>I’d love for you to identify yourself and explain this to me. Cast off the grey silhouette disguise,...</description><link>http://rakkan.tumblr.com/post/44121184608</link><guid>http://rakkan.tumblr.com/post/44121184608</guid><pubDate>Tue, 26 Feb 2013 23:54:00 -0500</pubDate><category>anonymous</category><category>consider me intrigued</category></item><item><title>
Soon I&amp;#8217;ll be carrying the bits of your bones in a canvas bag. I&amp;#8217;ll drill holes in them...</title><description>
Soon I&amp;#8217;ll be carrying the bits of your bones in a canvas bag. I&amp;#8217;ll drill holes in them...</description><link>http://rakkan.tumblr.com/post/43706208465</link><guid>http://rakkan.tumblr.com/post/43706208465</guid><pubDate>Fri, 22 Feb 2013 00:47:37 -0500</pubDate><category>prose</category><category>fiction</category><category>words</category><category>thoughts</category><category>spilled ink</category><category>writing</category><category>creative writing</category></item><item><title>
enemy soldier
with a bazooka slung over his shoulder
&amp;#8220;ammunition,&amp;#8221; he says
he opens his...</title><description>
enemy soldier
with a bazooka slung over his shoulder
&amp;#8220;ammunition,&amp;#8221; he says
he opens his...</description><link>http://rakkan.tumblr.com/post/42979408476</link><guid>http://rakkan.tumblr.com/post/42979408476</guid><pubDate>Tue, 12 Feb 2013 23:18:29 -0500</pubDate><category>poetry</category><category>writing</category><category>creative writing</category><category>words</category><category>spilled ink</category></item><item><title>Memory Lane is a dead metaphor. </title><description>If I walk back far enough, I will eventually have stopped at every place where my sleeve caught on a...</description><link>http://rakkan.tumblr.com/post/42974865632</link><guid>http://rakkan.tumblr.com/post/42974865632</guid><pubDate>Tue, 12 Feb 2013 22:22:00 -0500</pubDate><category>prose</category><category>writing</category><category>creative writing</category><category>fiction</category><category>words</category><category>spilled ink</category></item><item><title>Hi, do you do story prompts? Someone gives you an idea, you write it?</title><description>I haven’t ever been given one on Tumblr before, but I’d be happy to try it! =)</description><link>http://rakkan.tumblr.com/post/42532478210</link><guid>http://rakkan.tumblr.com/post/42532478210</guid><pubDate>Thu, 07 Feb 2013 17:42:45 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Backstage at the Beauty Pageant</title><description>“The world will scream for you if you’re beautiful, you know,” she said. She declared it to me as...</description><link>http://rakkan.tumblr.com/post/42411651562</link><guid>http://rakkan.tumblr.com/post/42411651562</guid><pubDate>Wed, 06 Feb 2013 00:22:04 -0500</pubDate><category>prose</category><category>writing</category><category>creative writing</category><category>words</category><category>thoughts</category><category>spilled ink</category><category>spilledink</category></item></channel></rss>
