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The Day that She...My feet were bare the day that she found me.The Day that She...
Old rainwater from the energetic spring skies settled in the dips of the old alleyway. After several days foul-smelling colors settled into the stagnant water. My little corner of the brick and cement niche was just high enough to keep the water from washing up on my feet. However, the pink flesh that I had seen several days ago had gone missing under layers of brown dust. I watched them intently over those days, trying to keep my ears from hearing the venomous whips that the people on the street shouted at me. Even though I watched them with such determination, they were dirtier than the la
by ~Mirrorakay
SnowstormThe purple hue of the snow-crying sky hugged the white field to its breast. Sounds of trucks bumbling around on the lightly dusted streets, mothers and fathers calling their children in for the night, and soft crackles and pops of fires were all absorbed by the falling snow, swallowed and taken to the ground without another whisper. Sitting upon the hill, above all of the silenced reminders of family and friends, snow stirred. Flurries of glistening flakes stopped dead in the air and fell for a second time. This time the snowflakes forgot to collect a sound-or could not stifle something so pure. Trembling, measured white clouds of breath passSnowstorm
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Paralyzed SpeechEach inhale and exhale sounds off. A note carries within the life-long rhythm that does not belong, like an off key on a piano. Play the songs around that note but never lay finger on it. Carry the tune and allow it to wrap itself around the mind fully; never let the finger touch the bone-white key that curdles. However, his reality smashes into that key at full force. Sour notes fill his body; rapid, shallow breathing, shaking, and his body is a prison cell. Nothing moves.Paralyzed Speech
His amber eyes settle down in their sockets like they are ready to watch a horror film. Curl up in the bottom of the seat and keep staring forward no matter what ha
by ~Mirrorakay
The Grit in Our Wounds SpeechWe had known each other for so many years. As children, it had been my job to protect him from the others. I remember puffing out my cheeks in triumph as I managed to defeat another rival. Back then, all that would come of it were small scrapes and bruises. I would get to brag to him about how much stronger I was. It changed as we got older. I was not as strong as the others—still stronger than him though. I remember how he matured over those years. He tried to protect me. Though, he never got to take the victory stance. He was always the one lying on the ground with gravel getting kicked in his face. Stupid boy… &The Grit in Our Wounds Speech
by ~Mirrorakay
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at the hospitalSister sits rigid and dented on top of white sheets.at the hospital
She has been reinvented as a machine of whirred breathing and latent electricity
while intravenous cords coerce her fiber-optic synapses
to light up again.
One day, with a
snap her retinas will glitter
with the vivid summers of swirling matte-blue and raspy-green blurs born of when we rolled down hills, spitting out laughter and grass clippings;
the line of her lips will curl in imitation of our legs bent in the air
when we laid heartbeat-down on the floor
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it has now come to my attention that an entire week has passed and I have still written no entry for the writing prompt that you went to such work to put together. I have failed you in every way imaginable, and am surely a wretch unworthy of forgiveness. I beg only that you will not think of me as lower than the scum that fills the drain of a bathroom sink.
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Just wait until next months; I might have to stop the writing activities that month though I'm going to try. Not only will I be going to school full-time (with finals and all), working 20~25 hours a week, volunteering for several hours each Saturday and Sunday, but I'll also be trying to write a 50,000 word novel in just 30 days.
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