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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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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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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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Staying Alive
Rupert’s hand would always go to his pocket when his sensibilities strayed too far beyond the fray. His focus would glaze, amber irises dimming like the telltale signs of life slowly ebbing from a character in a tragic film. He’d rub the things sheltered in his left pocket. Three rubiginous balls. Cold, plastic shells cocooning Continue reading
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Museum – Weekend Writing Prompt #122
There was an old museum set for demolition in a few days. But no-one cared for the history preserved inside. Some thought it should’ve been destroyed a long time ago for its preservation of faces from a generation lost and forgotten to time. It was nothing like viewing the preserved skin and bones of animals. 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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The Renegade
When imagination crumbles And falls away Into the biting dust of rubble Scattered through The endless grey void Of mindless, formless matter The renegade rises From the uncharted depths within Beyond the feared abyss Where thoughts have never ventured To face long decayed carrion Dried bones of old memories Gnawed through by inner demons But Continue reading
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Frozen Shell
Within this shell Of frozen chrysalis Closed off from the buds That bloom then wither On frosted billows Flurries of marigold and fuchsia Chase the autumn wind Eclipsed in cycles Of decay and rebirth The earth groans anew Reverberating with new life Yet I remain Unchanging Within this shell Of forgotten growth Continue reading
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The Misanthrope
A drop of cyanide Mixed with the bitters Of cynical thought Sustains the misanthrope A little longer than the flock Filling the streets In a mass procession Fists thrusting wildly In some fleeting demonstration Mouths grinding around morsels Of political rhetoric Chewing the cud of sweet molasses Fed in cunning spoonfuls Decadent flavor masking the Continue reading
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Amateur – Weekend Writing Prompt #116
He was clumsy their first night together. Despite bold intentions to make her his, an anxious quiver followed his roaming touch. Their noses bumped awkwardly with each rhythmless kiss. But that virginal ineptitude charmed her into steadying his amateur caress, guiding his touch and body into the fluid intimacy of lovemaking. This prompt took several Continue reading
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