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August 8, 2014
Charred remains of a modern society by desenhogiro uses playful imagery that turns dark and shows how everything comes from something and yet the world still goes on.
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The little girl was dancing on the street, among the entrails of a once bustling suburb now strewn chaotically across the scorching asphalt. Her blithesome essence shone through her skin, in the whimsical way she twirled and threw her arms in the air, brushing her wayward curls aside. She crafted a dust storm and trapped the sunlight in her eyes, oblivious to the rubble sinking into her toes and the loaded gun in her brothers hand.
Bang.
She fell, asphyxiated by her own storm as the bullet carved its way into her flesh. And as the last gleam of light left her eyes, poppies blossomed from the cracked pavement, their crowns swaying in the chemical laden wind the way the girl never would again.
Bang.
She fell, asphyxiated by her own storm as the bullet carved its way into her flesh. And as the last gleam of light left her eyes, poppies blossomed from the cracked pavement, their crowns swaying in the chemical laden wind the way the girl never would again.
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desolate
you are a broken house with smashed windows
and ivy growing between your fingers
you are fragile and with every
creaking footstep on the stairs you pray so
hard that you have let the right one in
there will be people,
people with minds so blissfully ignorant that
they walk right through you and do not
see the splintered furniture residing within your
body, you are invisible to them,
and sometimes
you wonder if you are even there
but then there are other people -
people worth staying standing for,
people who will walk in and gently run their
fingers along the parts of yourself that
you forgot were even there,
people who will explore your
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welcome to the real world
1. if someone invites you back to their place
for coffee, and you only drink tea,
don’t stress:
you probably won’t actually be drinking coffee.
2. when the creepy guy from work asks you out
again and you think about accepting for the first
time because you’re sick of going home alone and
you have never learned how to say no, don’t. learn.
stand in front of the mirror until you love yourself
enough for your skin to fit snug on your body. read
about the hundreds of millions of planets out in the
hundreds of millions of galaxies and feel so crowded
that you’re about to burst all over again.
3. you’re gonna
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Lessons for Today
Today in math class, they would be learning how to factor quadratic equations. Miss Gracie, called Mrs. G by her students, knew this because she had the lesson planned out meticulously across three-and-a-half sheets of college-ruled notebook paper, which sat neatly in a folder before her. She knew because, like with all her lessons, she had recited it in front of her dressing mirror last night, right before bed.
She glanced at the clock. Ten minutes left until class. Its tick, tick, tick was the only sound in the room.
She looked around the room. Nothing but the equation charts that she covered with long sheets of colored paper during tests
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This was inspired by dictionary.com's word of the day, 'blithesome', which means lighthearted, merry, cheerful.
So...what do you think? I'm fairly new to all this writing business and it's obvious I need to improve so please give me some feedback, I'd love to read all your opinions on it oh and as always, thanks for reading
So...what do you think? I'm fairly new to all this writing business and it's obvious I need to improve so please give me some feedback, I'd love to read all your opinions on it oh and as always, thanks for reading
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Dictionary.com is one of my addictions! I adore that site, and I love the fact that you crafted a nicely dark piece of descriptive writing from so light-hearted a word. Funny how that works. I've noticed something in this that occurs in some of your other works: there's a kind of ambivalence in terms of the story (stories) and I like that. There's beautiful imagery, and then something dark...or the other way around; it's a bit like the kind of stuff I've read in Toni Morrison novels, where you are bathed in lovely, poetic descriptions of something incredibly moving, beautiful, or simply fun to read, and then there's a flip, like the story has a hinge, and you see the other side of it: often it's violent or shocking (It's amazing how many people so-casually die in Toni Morrison novels) and your writing does the same thing with the same impact; though what I've read is often a lot shorter than a Toni Morrison novel. I like it when writing does that: it maintains a particular level of emotion and description, but then it moves on an emotional level, as if the emotion is the main thrust of the plot. Here, the emotion remains pleasant, but is brought to an abrupt (and slightly cryptic) end. You leave questions and don't answer them, but rather than feel dissatisfied, I'm driven to actually think more about the story. Good writing does that: it tells a story and then leaves the reader with something to think about. As a friend of mine once said: "It makes my kettle boil." That's a good thing. This is a great, potent piece of writing.