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Life’s Bitter Betrayal
That was the folly of youth. Purity made us gullible. Believing in Santas and perfectly gallant princes. In a supernatural big brother who’d protect us if we prayed hard enough. In endings that glittered gold and futures paved in verdant optimism. But then reality stalked in, like Sam the bully from middle school, and sucker Continue reading
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Judge – Weekend Writing Prompt #115
They didn’t have to say a word. The unrestrained sneers that tightened their faces to look like ugly, arrogant pigs, judged her as unworthy. Impure and unsightly. A whore. It didn’t matter that she had cried through her uncle’s brute advances. Her frightened screams, that had scratched her throat raw, had been silenced on forgetful Continue reading
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Behind The Smile
A smile could blanket More than a thousand lies Innocuous subterfuge Like strips of gauze plastered Over gaping wounds Flimsy yet enduring To hide the hurt Behind quivering lines To mask Even the insidious Within the gossamer allure Of benevolence How likely is it That each posed smile Holds the candid sincerity Of true mirth? Continue reading
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Sublime Encounter
A boy Washed ashore her dreams Naked and nameless Translucent skin gleaming With iridescent scales Like orient jewels winking In the moon’s Alabaster downlight A sublime encounter Rapturing her senses In the mystery Of his agate eyes And quaint smile There were no words Between them Only curious touches Of hesitant fingertips to skin And 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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Myopic Bliss
Our eyes miss the magic Shimmers of fairy dust Tickling sneezes and sniffles In the crisp summer air Traces of the ethereal Hidden within dimensions Beyond the myopic sense To only believe What can be seen Perhaps it’s bliss To mistake chilling whispers At our ear Or playful tousles of our hair As mere tricks Continue reading
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Distant Romance
She always woke up to his back. A dark, sprawling plain of smooth skin, sinews taut beneath her hovering fingers. Just once, she wanted to see his face and search the vulnerability that would slip from the seamless shadow of sleep. But somehow, the distance between them felt too great for her to simply reach Continue reading
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Wooden Heart
Sentience didn’t make her human. She observed her difference in the affected flex and click of her wooden fingers. Her body didn’t carry life’s reverberating pulse with circadian rhythm. She just was. A few twists of the rusted key in her back, cranked animation through her limp limbs and she could talk, if he wanted Continue reading
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Enthral – Weekend Writing Prompt #113
Should’ve known Billy wasn’t like Matt and me Sinister brown eyes Set in his placid face That only twitched with Insidious glee When he tortured helpless cries From the stray puppies Hiding in the shrubs Separating our yard From the Millers Mom said He’d outgrow silly habits But Billy was enthralled With causing pain It’s Continue reading
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Puppet Master’s Design
Liberty of mind — Suffered to remain caged Silenced by a jeering chorus Of oppressive voices Parroting persuasive fallacies Drips of rich honey Dangling from every word Falling into gaping mouths Hungry for the addictive flavor Of comforting half-truths While syrupy drizzles Of juicy peach lies Dilute skepticism’s rancid bile In a dizzying rush Of Continue reading
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