Rachel Steinmetz
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Written expression is emotion at its peak; delve into it.
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Another Child
The shattered fragments scatterd on the floor spoke of hearts thoroughly broken. The strands of hair, sticky with sweat, indicated the constant, unconquerable stress. The softness and lightness of the hair portrayed the beauty of the head it was pulled from. The words on the paper, blurred from something akin to tears portrayed pained insides impossible to reach.
By Rachel Steinmetz2 years ago in Writers
The Greatest Smugness
The day was one of wind, blown with dreams and wishes. It was just about when the light was greeting the oceans of shadows that I saw the man. His hair, lightly caressed by the sun’s color, blew violently in the wind. It seemed to be stabbing me. Yelling to me, run, run! But I didn’t. if only for the fact that my toes wiggled with the wind and my stomach twisted from the cold. Perhaps from fear too. Perhaps.
By Rachel Steinmetz2 years ago in Fiction
Haunt of the Past
It wasn't always like this. That's the lame -but tinged with droplets of the faintest hope- sentence that revebrates uncerimoniously in my mind as I watch the careless children whizz past me lacking even the vaguest of awareness to the world of the challenged.
By Rachel Steinmetz2 years ago in Fiction
