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_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ __ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ Sometimes, the only way to stand is to hold the world down. Jane gets up, opens her eyes, looks around the room, acknowledges the time. Days blur together to become MoteuwedthufrisatsunDAY, minutes ignore the laws of rhythm, people ignore the rules of society.The butterflies inside awaken because everyone is looking at her. “What is she w...
Only fools bask in the sun. I watch two younglings play catch from the window of my cold living room. The foreboding glowing orb rests high in the sky, looking down at its next victims. My thoughts are disturbed by the ringing of my phone alarm, my boss is paging me. I shoot a quick text to my co-workers. Sorry, running late. Traffic. I collect my armor: a long sleeve shirt, gloves, baseball cap, scarf, ski mask, sunglasses, long songs, boots, and my trusty umbrella.
B A N G .Ther i n gof gunshots travel through the air.B A N G .B A N G .B A N G. B A N G. B A N G. B A N G. B A N G. They won't stop shooting.T h e yt h i n kw e ' r et h...
You screamed. I looked around, was there a wasp nearby? Your eyes were wide and your lip was quivering, you were on the verge of crying. You picked up the nearest rock and threw it at me. I dodged it. Was rock throwing a type of human game? You were backing away, chucking every item you could find in my direction. “Get away from me!” You screeched. Those words stung just as much as the sharp stone that sliced my shoulder. “Stop!” I spoke for the first time. You stopped in your tracks, as did I. I was...
March 27, 2020 In most parts of the world, 2020 started off normally. The clock struck twelve and we embraced the new decade with open arms. This was the year of change, hope, and equality. We didn’t know what was coming. At work, and in the news, we heard rumors about a new virus in Asia. People made jokes online about how we needed a new virus to deal with overpopulation. We thought it was funny. We thought it was so...
Dear Journal, I’ve been here a while. I’m not sure how long, exactly. When I arrived here I wasn’t exactly in a logical state of mind. To be honest, I’ve lost all hope of returning home, or even talking to another person again. At least there are no taxes here. This could be the perfect vacation spot, but all I think of when I look into the horizon is how Hell would slightly resemble this place. Funny how perspectives can change so suddenly. For water...
It was spring again. The flowers had finally bloomed, and the animals were active. Spring was your favorite time of year. You bask in the sunlight, spinning with your face pointing to the sky and your eyes closed. You laugh, I try to laugh with you. I like watching you, the world is bright and vibrant with you in it. I remember the old days. Days of peace, days where the grass was green and my thoughts were clear. Now, everything is gray. All these years have passed, and I’ve never forgotten about you. Not a day goes by when I...
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