TheSeaTurtle
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A beginner writer not wanting to waste her "passive" thoughts and ideas.
A better way to get a glimpse of who I am is to read my snips of thoughts.
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Thrown into the Empty
He closed the door behind him. This was the last time she saw him. All he had to do now is wait. he already made a decision. All he had to do is not think about it again. He was on the way to death. It was a long way, but someone was dropping him there. "Just don't think about it again", he thought to himself. Sleep seemed like a good idea for a second. But before he closed his eyes, he quickly decided against it. He usually liked sleeping in the car. Especially on a cold rainy night like tonight. When he first met her, when they were kids, this time was the time he would enjoy her company in his mind. He would rest his head on the cold car window, the cold touching his cheek. He would let his mind take him back to the sweet moments he had with her since the last time he saw her. Those moments kept replaying, causing an unbreakable smile in his face. Until he saw her again, they were sufficient. Then he would daydream of moments that never happened, moments he hoped to turn into reality the next time he saw her. It made him eager to.
By TheSeaTurtleabout a year ago in Fiction
As lonely as a water bottle. As fragile as a feather.
I looked down at the box at hand. In it was a feather. I picked it up. smoothed it, wanting it to look like what it looked like when he first picked it up and handed it to me. That day we were walking together before our classes in the morning. I was surprised then. I did not understand why he would give it to me. I still don't. I knew who he liked to show care to, it was not me. Aside from being attached to people, I get attached to things. A feather I held for five minutes is a feather I do not want to let go of. It felt wrong. Yet I didn't want to seem weird or desperate, so when it flew as we were getting up to leave the bench, I looked at it, then started walking away. He grabbed it again. Handed it to me again. A few months later when I was packing, I could not leave it, I could not throw it away. It was little. Any wind can blow it, can break break it. It belonged in the box.
By TheSeaTurtleabout a year ago in Fiction
A thought on Family
You can’t expect non-family to do family things. You can’t expect them to give you much. That’s why when you don’t have a family or you have a family that doesn’t serve its purposes, you will find yourself too exposed to everyone else who will take advantage of being exposed to you, because they are not family.
By TheSeaTurtleabout a year ago in Writers
All I am going to ask of you
I had the option of attempting to transform this into a “love story”. I could have only showed you my good and happy side, my attractive side. I could have distanced myself from you, I could have created drama. I could have played hard to get, I could have made myself not always available. I could have made you miss me. I could have manipulated you, I guess, whatever that means. It’s not that I didn’t want the attention, I did. It’s not that I wasn’t jealous, oh I was.
By TheSeaTurtleabout a year ago in Writers
