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Surrealist (noun): an artist who seeks to release the unconscious mind's creative potential.Anxiety attack- I cover my face but that does nothing.I can hear the blood rushing through my ears. The switching of my palms. My hair skims against the tips of my fingers. I feel each fiber of my clothing against my skin. Somehow my breathing has become louder.I'm gasping for air as if I'm drowning. The lights are too bright. The world is too loud. The sound of silence is my favorite- is that sad?Kingdom Come-&...
Rosa stared coldly at the calico cat perched on her kitchen counter as she dialed something into her phone. The calico glared just as sternly back at her.  The receiver clicked and a cheerful clear voice came on the line. "Rosa! Mija, how are you? Do you like your present? "TĂa-" Rosa exhaled deeply and slumped over, supporting herself on the kitchen counter with one arm. "Oliver just passed away. I'm not sure I'm ready for a new cat already." “I know, Mija, but Belle is a great kitty! You’ll get along splendidly, I kn...
TW: War (May not all be historically accurate)Â More explosions. The noises burst into life. They creep inside me penetrating every bit of my body. I wanted so badly to tear off my ears and let them bleed. Terrified screaming coming from every corner of our smoldering town. Wreckage everywhere. I don't have to see, but I know behind me our house is crumbling and I'm too afraid to look back. And where's Papa? And Mama and Simon? I can't find them. "Simon!" Tears well up in my eyes. I can't find him. Smoke and dust cloud my eyes I...
Author's Note: Just to avoid confusion Siobhan is pronounced Shi-vawn. It's an Irish name."Okay." Amy leaned forward against the cold marble counter of the bathroom and glared at her reflection. "You're doing this." Amy dropped her face in her hands and groaned softly. "You know, this door isn't soundproof-" A muffled voice came from the outside. Amy jumped and slammed her head on the cabinet nailed to the opposite wall. She kicked the door open to glare at Siobhan smiling and Skye who was sitting on the edge of her bed inspecting ...
Sai let out a long shaky breath. They stood in front of the gold-embroidered gates that led to the city of Ledmire. Sai now felt much smaller and had to resist the urge to run away. “What do you think?” They tilted their head a little to the left to better see Riven. Riven was curled up on their right shoulder. Instead of an answer, Riv yawned, his pink tongue flickering between his teeth. Riv opened one sleepy eye to glance up at his master. Sai gave his head a scratch, and Riv made a purr and a happy clicky noise. They scooped him up a...
"If you judge a fish on its ability to climb a tree, it will spend its whole life thinking it is stupid." -Albert Einstein Dad is experimenting with chocolate tea again. The kettle is whistling down in the kitchen. It goes on for a minute or two. Eventually, the whistling dies and is replaced by the clammer of a mug. My dad's mother, my Nona, also used to experiment with tea, which is the excuse he uses. Nona was a scary old woman. She would spend hours in her garden and give death glares to anyone who tried to get h...
After a minute of trying to ignore the persistent knocking on the front door, Li glanced up. He sighed sharply and set his book face down on the coffee table. Li swung the door open and was about to start shouting at the person who had the nerve to hammer on for that long to see his panicked friend. "Justin? . . . Dude, are you okay?" Standing by the front door was his best friend Justin. Li couldn't count the number of times he had come to his door in some kind of a mess. This was one of those times. Justin gave a ...
"Stop! Myroc!" Myroc kept walking and turned his head away from Leta. She grabbed his wrist and yanked him back. "Myroc! Listen to me! Please don't do this . . . " Myroc was on the verge of tears but looked into Leta's eyes. "Leta, I know you probably don't understand, but sometimes in life, you have to do things. You have to do things that are just impossible. Why? Because sometimes there are things worth dying for." "STOP SOUNDING LIKE YOUR STUPID LITTLE HUMAN FRIEND!!! WE'RE KATARI! WE DON'T LIKE HUMANS!!!" "Well, I like him. And if...
“I SWEAR TO THE MOTHER OF ALL THINGS GREEN PUT THE SNAIL DOWN OR I WILL BURN YOUR HAND OFF!” Zoe yelled as she slammed a cauldron of murky water down on the burner. The contents sloshed over her hands, but Zoe was too busy glaring at Ejax to care. Ejax grinned sheepishly and put the glossy shelled snail down on the counter, which started to inch away. Zoe gave her a look. “Out of the kitchen, no more animal spells. I don’t want another giant badger.” “But the badger was cool!” “No,” Zoe cut her off. “Not cool, it to...
“I wish I could say I regretted it,” I laughed and swung from one of the rafts on her bottom bunk bed for support. “How can you not? He’s going to be sick for weeks,” Worry lines creased along Vianne's eyes and she frowned with the look she saves just for me. She fidgeted with a lock of her blood orangish hair. "Sai, you can't do that. I thought you liked Aren anyway?" I shrugged and went back to tidying my bunk. I start folding my shirts and slacks, which I shove into my trunk. "He yelled at Silver, I'm done with him ...
I'm a bit of a pessimist
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