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Flummox – Weekend Writing Prompt #247
English was always performative for mother. She especially loved using big words in the most ordinary situations. “How flummoxing!” “Just say confusing…?” “And that’s why your teacher says your essays are prosaic,” she sniffed. Inhaling deep, I left her in the kitchen. I think I should give myself a good pat on the back for Continue reading
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Restless — Weekend Writing Prompt #206
Restless voices Echo on the shallows; Disembodied groans Uttered In a wordless desperation To learn the melodies Of belonging We’ve tumbled right along into a new weekend. Another State of emergency is about to be implemented where I live, and I’m starting to wish i could just work from home. Besides that, I enjoy weekends Continue reading
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Seashells on the Shore
Bella had started a treasure hunt for seashells, spurred by tales her grandmother had told her when she was a little girl. She’d heard seashells carried the voice of the sea. Dulcet murmurs full of secrets to be understood by keen ears and a quiet mind. But all the seashells she’d collected held barren echoes. Continue reading
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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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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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Weekend Writing Prompt #196 – Possess
She only wanted his heart, but he wasn’t hers to possess. It’s been a little over a year since I last participated in SammiCox’s weekend writing challenge. I didn’t get much of a chance to sit down with my books and thoughts today, but I still wanted to get something written — even if it’s Continue reading
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Vintage – Weekend Writing Prompt #120
She was an old soul tossed through a cacophony of shallow voices. A vintage heart lost in the blur of transient faces. I wish the word count was a bit more for this one. Vintage is such a beautiful word; it’s like popping open a champagne bottle and ideas just froth and bubble in eager Continue reading
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Grimace – Weekend Writing Prompt #114
Something was wrong. Maxwell’s voice wasn’t the same chipper pitch she knew. She could hear the grimace in his even tone. She swallowed, “Are you okay?” “Olivia…this might be my last phone call.” It took me a few tries before I found something to be solid enough (I think) for this prompt. Another challenging one; Continue reading
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Zodiac – Weekend Writing Prompt #106
His mouth hung in awe as light stippled her limbs in an ethereal shimmer of zodiacal constellations. It could’ve been an impressive trick, but her panicked gaze probed his for answers he couldn’t give to her anomaly. He only knew she wasn’t human. This weekend’s Sammiscribbles challenge was a lot harder than the previous ones Continue reading
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Thoughtless Wishes
There were days she wished she could empty her mind, like a jar of its contents, and sink within a deep curve of uncluttered space. Where she could rest, cozy and curled safe within the soft bosom of thoughtlessness. Continue reading
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