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Inner Dragon
The vessel gained momentum. The heat was rising so she blasted the air. The rush of cool air helped to disguise the situation. Making it more comfortable. Batons, hands and fists banged the side as she sped on. Bottles clanking the ground as they were tossed from the window. Plink, plank, shatter a rhythm heard almost a tune to a beat it was so patterned and regular in time. Like the patter of rain on a car roof.
By simplicity3 years ago in Fiction
Stamp Cowboy
Sitting on the edge of Vishals bed I grab a shirt from the clothes piled in the center of his bed. His washer and dryer are far superior to mine. Existing with functions I've never seen before. I say they are the Mclaren of washer and dryers. He offered to do my laundry to prepare for our trip.
By simplicity3 years ago in Fiction
Tautogram
Skillet sautéed, steamed, simmered, stirred Savory satisfactions Salary sacrifices Scent saviors Saucy science Satisfying salubrious specimens Scintillatingly seasoned Sentimentally sensuous Serendipitously served Significance, silencing silver-tongued sincerity Sophisticated sociological solicitudes Serving solace
By simplicity3 years ago in Poets
Un-nameable Thing
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. The fairies in hardhats begin their performance. A structured dance based on design. Rugged in nature, but not without exquisite skill. Their archaic creatures chomp and stamp the earth transforming the landscape. A fairy, the puppeteer of each beast. Until, no longer a desert devoid of visible culture and inhabitants. The old tenants now traded up for new ones. The fairies in hardhats carving and forging a new world. until at last a structure stands manifested from the inticate dance.
By simplicity3 years ago in Fiction
Memoir of a Wall
"If walls could talk", the woman wrapped in a beach towel said while sitting and brushing the sand from her toes. She must be referring to the frisky teenagers picnicking during sunset on the beach. I've seen this countless times over the course of my existence. It's barely worth mentioning any more. Acts of love and affection, I can kindly overlook or look the other way. Its acts of aggression, war, or heartaches that I wish I wasn't privy to. It wouldn't be long before the waves would be lapping to where the woman was sitting now. I'd be gargling salt water in some hours from now. Delicate white foam would be my midnight early morning lather. While the ocean mirrors the sky, as if reversed and lending clouds to the earth. While it dazzles in sheer silver and diamonds. I have the best view 365 days a year.
By simplicity3 years ago in Fiction
