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Author on Reedsy Prompts since Sep, 2023
Don't move. Smile...cheeeesse. Dreadful thing:photographs. At first they forced us to be frozen fools for twenty minutes.Twenty,ridiculous. Now the geniuses are stuffing fake smiles down our throats. We are so miserable,we got to, I can't believe this...say cheese. That fricken dairy product to coaxe a believable grin out of our regular plastered down facades for five seconds. Five,horrendous. Now I've been blessed with a life during the period of selfies,tripods and the abuse of the peace sign. I'm living alongside pests that breathe,ear an...
A blue coat enveloped the decrepit house.Not even smiles of joy could tarnish the ever present gloom that rested in there.Living there is a family we have watched dutifully through the years . We do not get attached, our feelings are not the same as yours so when we felt something for them it was new. You must understand we are God's to them small but worshipped nonethless. Every morning,night and day they search within us but over the years we have dared to look back. When the small one began to walk and the tall one began to cry we did not...
I can't sleep mommy, I cant sleep.He yanks at my skirt with the persistance that locks hands with desperation. The night cradled my hunger underneath my eyes and my son continued. He pulled and moaned so much so that my eyes began to water. No tears fell I was too tired. They had arched my back,beaten my heart and stolen my voice. So I just sat- all night, only getting up once to carry poor Mandla to the bed. See the will of desperation can tire a young soul but it can never tire mine. If my soul was a solid, it would defy gravity,to fly way...
Submitted to Contest #223
I can't get my body to be still. My foot continues to tap to the beat of my twitching eye. Couple that with my rebellious mind with thoughts like starving vultures. They prey on my worry and ever growing anxiety. Funny enough my surroundings suit my countenance. In a universities library,pass midnight and stressed out;I am no different from any other student. Although every other student doesn't have to catch up on almost a whole year of work like me. It's hopeless,this feeling festers as I page through all the options to make up credits. I ...
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