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We Were
Two hours later, the space between the frantic crying of my human and the ringing of silence collide to taunt me. As I lie motionless in this crevice I barely even know myself anymore. One thing I am certain of is my memory is much more acute than that of my human, for I recall in vivid detail how I ended up here, while she on the other hand, has not one inclination of where I can be found. The wonder if ever to be found, has come up several times, but I have always been more of an optimist so I do not dwell long on this thought.
Pลlani MonderenPublished 3 months ago in Fiction
A thousand several tongues
For RM Stockton's February Prompt ๐. ๐๐ก๐ ๐๐จ๐ง๐ฌ๐ญ๐๐ซ ๐๐ง๐๐๐ซ ๐๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐๐๐ You can join in the mayhem here:
Celia in UnderlandPublished 3 months ago in FictionSara Jayne
I remember sitting in that crowded bin for the longest time. Everyone ignored me. Soon, all my neighbors were gone. I was the last one left. Christmas was only a few days away. At least, that's what everyone in the store was saying. I didn't know what that meant. All I knew was that the people seemed to be getting angrier and greedier by the minute, so Christmas must be a terrible thing.
Tina D'AngeloPublished 3 months ago in Fiction
Steps Forward
Drifting on the air, the snowflakes do not feel cold when they land on my cheeks and melt like tears. The wind is what bites into me. I covered my face with my thick scarf and pulled my wool hat down to my eyes, but it does not protect from the icy wind. I am determined, I have to make it, I made a promise to myself. My boots sink into the ever deepening drifts, and find slick purchase on the stones beneath.
Megan RussPublished 3 months ago in FictionSnowy Serenity
I watched as the mist of my breath puffed out from behind my lips and rose into the blue oblivion above me, that served as a backdrop for the winter wonderland I looked down on.
Donna Fox (HKB)Published 3 months ago in FictionEvery Day Something New
Eggs are runny again. Damn it. I did exactly as I remember her doing itโ cracking them one at a time into a bowl; only she never needed to fish out any broken bits or worry someone was going to eat it and rage because they scratched, dented, or otherwise broke themself on an eggshell.
A Tooth For A Tooth
Counterclockwise, then clockwise, my fingers move. It's all about feeling. Closing my eyes always helps. "Not too much longer, Mrs. Dolores."
Gina's Ghost
Sleep eludes me. It has wholly forsaken me. I wander through these halls all night looking for that which is lost. I look in the darkest corners and cannot find what I misplaced. But it cannot be located, for it is hidden too well. There is a cold chill that I cannot displace, no matter how many fires I pace in front of.
Mother CombsPublished 3 months ago in FictionThe Ceremony
โLet the joyous festivities begin!โ Wild applause rang up and down the valley as the Observants unfurled their banners and told the Supplicants where they could dance and sing. The Cleaners were right in front of both groups to make sure no damage was done to the wide expanse of nature in front of them. And at least they had a beautiful day for it.
Kendall DefoePublished 3 months ago in FictionClip Clop
In the old days, it was different. Whether you had a horse or not, and whether you liked them or not... If you heard clip-clop on the street, some inner child prompted you to go to the window. You'd look out with some small satisfaction.
L.C. SchรคferPublished 3 months ago in Fiction
All of the Colors
The body that lay outside was blue. The inside of the cabin was blue as well. Not literally blue, of course. Standard log cabin, brown, with a lit fireplace. Half empty bottle on a wooden table. But the room felt blue.
Dakota SmothersPublished 3 months ago in FictionExhalation
Dying, for me, was a beautiful experience. I know that sounds crazy, blasphemous even, to describe such a tragic thing, a viscerally sad thing, in such a dissonant way. You might wonder if I was depressed. And truly, I wasnโt. In the end, despite everything, I was stupidly happy. Still, if I was being completely and truly honest, dying, the actual act of it, the process of letting goโฆ that part. That part was bliss.
LC MinnitiPublished 3 months ago in Fiction
