Dawn Constant
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I've always loved writing. Using words creatively to paint images in your head, compels me to try my own hand at it. I only hope you can see the picture I'm trying to paint.
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Survive. Content Warning.
The pressure in my chest was unbearable, my limbs paralyzed as I sank deeper. My lungs burned, on the verge of bursting, deprived of oxygen. Just as I thought I’d disappear into this hopeless abyss, my body did the impossible—it adapted. I learned to breathe in the water surrounding me, as if life itself was mocking my pain. Some people believe that attacking others is the hardest thing to do to survive. But there’s something far more difficult: sacrificing your pride.
By Dawn Constant about a year ago in Confessions
A Life of Solitude
Dear Kendrick, You took the word gratitude and changed any understanding I used to have of the word. ‘Thank you’ were just words you say to people. Appreciation was just the amount of attention you give. I never realized they were accompanied by emotions as well. All at once you taught me the meaning of these words. The growing emotion behind them made me aware, and grew larger than any words could describe. All meaning lost once more as the words were too small to contain the feeling. And yet, they are the only ones I know to express. Thank you. Maybe I can find new words that better represent the size of its meaning. I love you!
By Dawn Constant about a year ago in Families
Conscious Shadows
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. I was merely on the walk back to my house as this caught my peripherals. I turned away and tried to just ignore it, but couldn’t help but pick up pace a little bit. A shiver ran up my spine. Nobody was usually in these woods, that’s why I bought my house out here. I hurried down the trail, running from the prickling sensation that someone was watching me.
By Dawn Constant 4 years ago in Horror
A broken heart, born from a Father’s loss
Staring at the phone in my hand, I couldn’t help the overwhelming emotion that filled me with… something? It tightened my lungs and blurred my vision and I couldn’t understand what label to describe this pain. Relief? For what specifically? Anger? Towards who anymore? Sadness? What was I grieving now?
By Dawn Constant 4 years ago in Families
