I tilt my head, staring vacantly forward. I feel a smile slowly creep up my face. I watch as the flame grows bigger and bigger. I laugh as the screams reach my ears.
Tag: Writing
Art Project (Scallop)
It’s late at night as I scroll through the Internet. I should be writing my essay, but I still have two more days until it’s due. As I’m about to click on someone’s profile, I receive an email from my friend Veronica. “Hey girl!” It says. “I found a new project for you to work …
The Disappearance (Bat)
I sit down in one of the seats waiting for the others to arrive. We had a few more practice dates until our yearly show, and I was excited to see what the others prepared. As more people trickled in, I noticed someone new. We got new members sometimes, but I don’t think I saw …
Helpless (Scurry)
I open my eyes to darkness.I feel cold concrete on every piece of exposed skin.Where am I? I attempt to move my legs, but they are numb.I stretch my arms out trying to find something, anything to grasp hold of, but I find nothing. I hear the scratching of something on the ground.Sharp nails scratch …
The Bet (Gargoyle)
I travel through the darkness in the cemetery. ‘Why did I take this stupid bet? There's not enough money in the world to justify this trip,’ I thought to myself. As I gingerly step around some of the headstones, trying not to trip, something catches my attention. A large figure stands to the right of …
Focus
The tension fills the room. No one makes a sound as their eyes lock together. She is focused on winning. He stares blankly. The sound of barking breaks through the room. He turns his head and begins licking his paws. The girl breaks out in a smile and giggles. Fist pumping in the air, she …
Holding Hands
The touch of your hand The strong grip as it holds mine The comfort it brings An innocent move Ignites the love inside me So sweet and divine As our hands connect I look at you and promise, “I’ll never let go.”
The Magic of Writing
Some say that the pen is mightier than the sword, And I have proof of that strength. With the flick of my wrist, I can make people and scenes come to life. The words flow across the pages of my journal, And then they leap into the brain of the reader. Words meticulously craft the …
A Door Left Open for Butterflies
We joked. We laughed. She waltzed out in the morning and trudged back in the afternoon. After an early afternoon snack, we tried to cook our next meal. I set up the kitchen table. She started a fire on the stove. If only for the safety of us, we decided to eat ramen and remember …
The Shop (Watch)
I love shopping for gifts, but not when it's for someone I don't know. Why was I the one chosen to buy the gift for our new boss? If he hates it, they'll just throw me under the bus. As I walk down the sidewalk mumbling to myself, I look up and happen to catch …
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