Category: Writing

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NaPoWriMo – Day 20

Hours become wreckage seconds become ash at her touch as she walks through the darkest past and the brightest future. It all comes undone, one year can go by in a heartbeat or she can stretch a second out for...

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NaPoWriMo – Day 19

Desperation coils deep within me pressing up and out I am trying, trying to hold on to it but it pushes harder pushes back. I want. Want. Desperate and wanting I pressed harder but am overwhelmed and it presses harder...

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NaPoWriMo – Day 18

The dead trees are still beautiful in the sunshine, what is torn down and burnt away still bright with energy as new growth is nurtured so far from the urban sprawl I was so used to, the cloying of cars...

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Fiction: Pale

I don’t really know where I’m going with this, but it’s P and I do want to finish it…Here’s what I have so far. Pale looked around the little room and shifts in her chair. It’s light, it’s airy, it’s...

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NaPoWriMo – Day 17

Struggling a bit to always find words day after day after day. There are none. Not now, not before. Just platitude and politeness over and over. I always lie. It’s not that there’s never anything to say just no one...

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NaPoWriMo – Day 13

There is softness on everyone and that’s what I choose what I want to curl around at the end of the day to comfort me when broken into pieces of a person not quite understood by anyone else I’ve met....

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NaPoWriMo – Day 12

We all have broken fragments of the world within ourselves shards and slivers of lives lost pressed into our hearts. We carry them as they bleed out into the reality we’re holding together with fragile support our fingers raw and...

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NapoWriMo – Day 11

Push against the veil only then can death push back a silent wanting from your grave it calls to your spirit without your knowledge and you fall to protect it when the end finally comes.