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Jared and Lia barely talk on the walk back to the hotel. Lia holds back tears with measured breathing. Jared doesn’t want to push her. She’ll talk when she’s ready. He tells himself, hoping it’s sooner rather than later. They had just picked up her stuff and left that guy crying on the ground. Although it had only taken a few minutes to get there, the walk back to the hotel felt like it was taking an eternity.
By Millie Bauer4 years ago in Fiction
I Choose
I've always found it easy to pretend. Living in a world of make believe can be a relief, a safe-haven for the troubled mind, a seemingly simple way to control the world when the world wants to control you. But today, I let the world come with me. After all, why should I have all the fun to myself? Don't they want to know what it's like to alter your reality to your every whim? To decide what to keep and what to change as if you have any control at all over the random algorithms that hold your fate in their binary codes. I mean, if you were given an unshaped block of clay, and told you could build anything, would you recreate something known or would you branch out, experiment, and shape something you've never seen before?
By Zara Dainty4 years ago in Fiction
The Town With No Puppies
My device broke and I was without internet for two weeks and we are in lockdown. This is what came out. (Dialogue for the play is not complete yet but I am practicing until I get it right. Therefore, this is a narrative).
By Canuck Scriber Lisa Lachapelle4 years ago in Fiction
Night Owls
In the car again. They say it like I'm going on an adventure. I haven't seen her in over a year. Her face looks different, but the same. Her dark wavy hair like a halo around her tan skin, and I have a little brother now... He's almost a year old. I file into the car; me, and my stuff that I've accrued. Some things over time, like my stuffed bunny rabbit that I've had since I was a baby, and my pink CD player. Some new, like the glitter gel pens that I spill onto the back seat, so I can draw at traffic lights.
By Rachel M.J4 years ago in Fiction
Realm of Vengeful Souls
The rain stopped not too long ago. The roads were soaked and muddy. Despite being midday, the sky was grey, and barely any light came through the clouds. A thick fog still reigned over the surroundings, making the environment humid. It was the type of humidity that chilled to the bone.
By BPDCupcake4 years ago in Fiction
ELEMENT OF SUPRISE
This morning's sunrise was exceptional, and the start of an amazing adventure. Element, was a miracle in itself, if not been for the care of its native Indian Tribe, this horse would have died a birth. Element's heritage was rich in a native culture revered, and true to its Sioux beginnings. His father, Star chaser, was a strong and trusted steed, whose bloodline was reserved for Chief Raging Bull's prominent legacy. Of all the Breed that roamed the land, star chaser was the most majestic, and finest of its kind. As time would tell Element would not only become a legend of his own but a symbol of freedom and healing. A guide for the broken-hearted and special spirits that had lost their way. Today was Elements born day. Unknowingly to his present owners, this was a magical day. No one on the farm could foresee the day's upcoming events. No one that is except a prize stallion, and his two newfound companions. After wake-up call and breakfast, the usual schedule was our first support group of the day, a meditation session to get our brains functioning and activated. I'd enjoyed this group for a number of reasons. One I had been feeling better than ever, and most of all since my arrival at the center I'd been in confrontation with my lower self. With the technique's I'd learned in this group, I was applying the pressure needed to overcome the insanity which led me to this point of humility and new beginnings. This group was only an hour and was over as quickly as it began. I imagined it was because I enjoyed it so much.
By D.C.@UN-BrokenGRAMMAR4 years ago in Fiction
The Day the Birds Started Singing
The Day the Birds Started Singing 1__________________ She could hear the birds. No matter what she did, she could hear them, singing where they had never sung before. Even though all windows were up, the doors were locked, they weren't invited, they were singing. This is when she knew.
By Rachel Leigh 4 years ago in Fiction
