Xarli XCosmo
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Xarli has been writing since she was 7 years old, creating unique settings and characters in her head to make up for the lack of diversity she encountered in the hood as seen from her window. High imagination and impossible scenarios showup
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No Complaints
It is shameful to consider home as it is to some people. For some people home is feeling as though you live in a shanty when you actually live in a two story house. Because your own room never quite feels like your own space. Home means constraint and confoundedness, never being able to express yourself without being a threat and a nuisance.
By Xarli XCosmo4 years ago in Confessions
Saturn Reserve
“Karma, get your fresh cut karma here! You can’t avoid it and you cannot run away, might as well come and get yours today, rather than making the man come and give it to ya!” A loud robotic voice thundered through the sky and just like everyone else, Marina came out of her apartment to observe Saturn’s not so surprising return. She blew smoke up at the sky and watched the people in the building across from hers. People filed out onto their balconies in floods.hey had been waiting for nearly 15 years since he did his last check in. It had only been a matter of the hour he would appear. She was in the 30 and single commune building 334 apartment CBC (as in celibate but {not by} choice). Some people had already been outside when karma hit. Cyclones of buzzing colorful winds spun around, dancing over the concrete and grass plains of the new found zodiac city. It had seemed like a wonderful idea, until they all realized that karma was so much easier to dish out when 95 Capricorns lived in the building next door to where 98 Scorpios lived. Each person had their own cyclone of woes and karma to deal with. Some were red, some were blue, others were gradients of green and orange, others were literally like the rainbow. Marina couldn’t believe her eyes, she watched the cackling, electric blue lightning turn the brightest green she’d ever seen in her life for the second time. Hazel green eyes flashed in the back of her mind. The sky growled loudly overhead, snatching her attention to the black clad sky that immediately pulled her into it. She was surrounded by darkness that hummed like a million little buzzing insects. The humming vibrated through her body, tiny electromagnetic shocks coursing through her. She was almost certain she’d been struck by lightning, except, she was still somehow awake. But she wasn’t on her balcony, sky gazing anymore. The green lightning resumed, this time much closer to her. “You know, when she touched the roses, she went crazy.” Whispers of disembodied voices filled the air with secrets that she shouldn’t know. “Why won’t they leave me alone?” That was her voice. Somewhere deep inside of the night she was crying. She only vaguely remembered that 15 year old girl; a figment of yesteryear. Memories of childhood bullies and disappointments flurried through the darkness in a fruity smelling purple haze.
By Xarli XCosmo4 years ago in Fiction
