A play on words: (Curtains! Cue vocals)! Breathless strides stream an array of minds. The entr'acte heeds present times. The Second Act speaks of Expressionism. A circus theatre draped in stripes. Emotions in waiting set the stage. Its shape: a shameless polygon! Backstage: the proem, (create suspense)! A coyish tongue beckons gifted rights to freedom of speech. Its monologue sways neither without proper form nor whatnots. Words of attribute purr scented furs via auditory whiffs spelling a kiss. A rose petalled row in a curtsy and a bow. Lastly, a hint of voweled pheromones in a standing ovation. Forever lost in applauding hearts. FIN. "Encore!" A fool's chant. (Curtains)!
About the Creator
Nathalie C.M. Sabbagh
I don't see the world the same; none of us do, and yet, here we are, somehow connected with this greater intelligence called life, as part of the process and not as separate. These are excerpts from my books,
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She loves me
She loved me. When I was small and my wee stayed to the paper. When I was rumpled skin and floppy big paws and big eyes looking up and waiting for her hands to find me, scooping me up and bringing me into her. And we were happy, so happy, so very, very happy. I was so happy to see her and danced my circles so she'd know how much I wanted nothing more than for her to hold me. I'd wrap, wiggle, wiggle and wrap my growing body with my bestest happy dance, slumping and kerplumping into her warm parts just like she liked me to. She was there and I was there, and we were there together, and it was perfect. Oh, how she loved me! We spent all our time together, playing inside, outside, up, down, going round and round. And she petted me and called me good girl when I made poops, and sometimes when I weed in her front yard or the neighbor's, and I was the best girl. For her, I really was! And she scratched me behind my ears, and it was heaven. I aowooo my joy! And she aowoooed hers too.
By Christy Munson6 days ago in Fiction
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Oooo, this was very intriguing! I loved it!