It was time to bring in the performance. Giselle was truly in love, and had to twirl to prove the trueness of the love she had within her heart. Ok, The peasants sit, the peasant I once was watching someone else twirl in love, faking a smile through gritted teeth. The music is slow, and so am I.
Here it comes. The music picks up. One; two; three; four; five; six; seven; eight; nine; ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen sixteen seventeen eighteen nineteen twenty and fall!
The applause afterwards, made every broken bone feel fixed in my soul.
About the Creator
Some Guy
I kinda suck at writing but I enjoy it
Anyway, here's a dumb little haiku:
The gunslinger draws
His opponent does the same
oh dear, they both died
An Instruction Manual for Keeping Your Child Alive:
Author’s Note This story contains references to childhood trauma and a parent’s experience supporting a child through recovery, including moments of emotional crisis. The focus is not on graphic detail, but on a family’s survival, vigilance, and the quiet, ongoing work of caregiving.
By Stacey Mataxis Whitlow (SMW)a day ago in Fiction
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What we do for our art. Keep doing you.