A tale of Growth
Distraction can be your way of saying no more.
Disinterest
Irritation
Solitude
Time Lost
Reaction
Attitude
Corrected
Time Regained
Innocence Found
Oppression Lifted
Noble Occupation
About the Creator
Chantae Harding
Time to be honest and cut the crap. I love to write! I always have. I lost that for a while. I am here to grow, learn, and experience my own writing process. If you don't like my writing that's ok. I'm still learning.
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I First Saw Him
When I first saw him sitting on the wall, relaxed and looking out over the water, I was sure he wasn't a local. Not including children, there are only about 250 or 300 of us in this area full-time, though that number is ten-fold in the summer, and I know everyone at least by sight or by family resemblance. And yet, the way he sat looked familiar and started my mind sorting and discarding among the families I knew, not quite like this one, not quite like that one.
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Well done, good luck in the challenge. I like how you got a redemptive feel in so few words.