creative writing
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Microfiction: Untitled #1
Sara’s freshly painted nails glittered with a bashful primness that made her spread her toes and wiggle them — almost too proudly. Her spine ached like rusted joints without grease from being bent over her knees for so long. But the pain was worth it. She hadn’t done anything nice for herself in such a Continue reading
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Why worry?
What has worry Ever given as a reward But painful wrinkles Of unseen decay And endless ravines Gushing with putrid streams Of polluted thoughts Pinching every muscle Into miserable scowls Bones grinded to soot ‘Neath the fretful steps Of a heavy heart? And what has worry Ever accomplished In the absence of hope But to Continue reading
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Breaking Routine
What do you see, through the looking glass? Fingers part threadbare blinds of faded scarlet. Eyes wary of the world spinning on apathetic hums; familiar notes of a known pantomime. Phantom arachnids crawl over the senses with itching persuasion. What’s the point of going out today? Hang the mask back on the shelf. Pour a Continue reading
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Made For You
The clouds have gathered In the misted downlight Of your eyes Engraved valleys Overflowing with streams Of every unspoken syllable And fragmented sigh Rippling from Your liquid heart And I know You long for someone An inviolable reservoir Into whom you could empty Your melancholy Without burden or guilt Yet you can’t see That I’ve Continue reading
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Element – Weekend Writing Prompt #199
When energies like elements collide, something magical happens. Lightning bolts race down the spine as goosebumps chase the sensation of shivers so intense, it can hardly be contained behind a composed visage. That’s how it always happened in her mind, but perhaps she was being too romantic. *** A day late for this prompt by Continue reading
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Seascape Fantasy
The sea entices me Champagne bubbles Frothing on the shore As it pulls my body Inebriation sure Into its intoxicated dance Hiccups punctuating Every dip and slide Every splash and ripple Of the tide Drowning my own mad laughter As the sun soaks through my lungs Saltwater burning on my tongue And my mind Caught Continue reading
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Flavors of the Day
A frog croaksAn evening hymnIts dissonant rhymeScratching at the windWhile the clouds followThe motley footprints of the sunAnd treacles of morning delightStill hang in the air—Wisps of cotton candyTeasing our mouths openLike carefree childrenTo taste the last remnantsOf the day:A day we will never have again. Continue reading
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Feeling Regret
There is but a moment of silenceAn ephemeral shimmer of calmTeasing contentment at my shouldersBefore the pillarsGrounding this nonchalant facadeTremble with violent fissuresBursting through with a thousand snakesIridescent scalesStretched and coiledWith mock affectionBefore crushing my bonesWithout remorseAnd though the melodic lullOf my heartStrains through the dinScreaming through my veinsI am left restlessHeaving through the miasmaOf Continue reading
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Bad Days
There are days when My throat and nostrils Twist into clumps Of wet cotton And each breath Is a starved, desperate gag for air Helplessly brushing over my face Times when The door swings open To a cloudless world Without memory of the sun Through the thick webs Fraught with tripwires Digging through my ankles Continue reading
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Musings on Nostalgia
At first, the rain came like a flurry of snowflake kisses over my face. Light and gentle. It seemed only a palpable imagining from my thoughts. Of course, I don’t remember my head being full of such whimsy. But by the time I realized that it was in fact the clouds wringing themselves dry, I Continue reading
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