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Tag: Writing

Famously Dangerous

  I began to dream again, every night, for the first time since I was a little girl. I conjured up these crazy, wildly passionate, adventurous, vivid dreams. You were […]

The Souls Twin

I remember you. I dreamt of you as a young girl. though my prolific girlish imagination could not conjure up the beautiful creases your skin etches upon your face you first […]

Photo Challenge #60 – Short Story

My legs launched me forward. I frantically ran hard from the back entrance of the club house. I flung my body perpendicular into the pool, turning my shoulders on the […]

Agony

I ran out of my house slamming the front door shut at my heels. I sprang out onto my driveway frantically gasping for air. There was no loud piercing sound, […]

Transparent Window

(Photographer Unknown) You are a transparent window You are separated by different quadrants You’re looking from the inside – out Staring out at the storm you’re living in You are […]

Arousal

Artwork by Thomas Saliot   I dream of laying in a fancy room blanketed in white: white walls, white sheets, white furniture, white carpeting. A royal bed sitting center of the […]

To: Time, From: Youth

Don’t do it, time. Set down the metaphorical chalk and step away from the blackboard. I won’t stand for distorted images of the crippled years you’ve birthed to me, so […]

Circles of Burning Red

“You’re Being Bad,” I voice to myself. These words like a fiery halo swirling over my head. I lay alone on my bed; my legs stretch long and light, as my […]

Exquisitely Unsatisfied

As humans we were given a free will to do as we choose. Along this journey our will is tested along with our ethics and morality. Selfishness is an immanent […]

Unlikely Friendship

Two worlds; A city boy, a suburban girl. His castle, her shack. His rich, her poor. His family, hers broken. He’d traveled the world. She’d traveled as far as her […]

Train

Sighs ripple off her tongue. She’s standing there, in the middle of no where, waiting patiently for that train to appear. It’s the dead of night. She stands on a […]

Thought Provoking

We are the developed beings of the past. Their bodies dead and gone. Their minds linear to ours. They’re the founders of our instinct. The reasoning of our intuition. Where has our minds taken us? […]