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Positive Emotions
The flower sat on the window sill as a reminder of positive emotions. It was a marigold and it was a bright resilient orange. It was starting to get leggy, straggly at its stem; it looked forlorn as it had been there for some time in its pot. Brownness was encroaching on its edges, eroding its leaves and causing them to tatter; like rags and bags caught forever on a fence, unable to escape the merciless, relentless wind, waiting to disintegrate. Summer was almost over and it would die. It had dry soil with a crispy crust, scattered with vermiculite from the once healthy potting mix. Its stem and leaves had once been a vibrant green but now it looked like a child's drawing of a flower, coloured with cheap acrylic paints from the dollar store that were too thin and presented colour like a veil, not a brick. It was fading and no-one was there to notice except her.
By Rachel Deeming4 years ago in Fiction
Tiburón. First Place in Overboard Challenge.
The swells are full and frequent this morning, rocking us from side-to-side – not like cooing babies in a cradle, but more like prey waiting to be swallowed by the unforgiving and the unseen. Saltwater sprays and stings my dehydrated, cracked lips and glues my too-long hair to my cheek when the waves crash against the boat. The water is crisp, but not teeth-chattering cold and is a welcome contrast to the intense sun rays striking my wetsuit covered body. I’m starting to get a little too warm and I’m realizing I should have left the top half off, but it felt like too much effort at the time. I look away from the vast, cerulean waters to see my dive buddy, Torres, stumble towards me with his tall, lumbering frame and bouncing, already-tied-back curls.
By Tattoos & Tarotabout a year ago in Fiction
Small town fever dream
Tank stood over the bodies. There were three, and he knew them all. Were they still people? A difficult question for him to answer, and not the first question he expected his brain to fish out of the questions he had swimming around in his head.
By Liam Stormabout a year ago in Fiction
The Fight of My Life
Tonight, like any other, the warehouse is full and excitement is high.There’s nothing like this energy–the energy of a crowd on fight night, especially one that is cheering in your favor. And yes, all these people are here for me, regardless of who they came for. They just don’t know it yet.
By Jennifer Davidabout a year ago in Fiction
Sea-foam eyes
Rose petals swept off the white deck, scattering across the soft surface like drops of blood. The same wind whipped at her hair, knotting the blonde strands like conspiring fingers. Her pink painted toenails glinted in the electric light. Each bulb dripping pools of white light across the waves. Bleaching the deck in the absence of candles long since burnt down to stubs.
By MikMacMeerkatabout a year ago in Fiction
