Sister of the moon,
Sun shimmering above us,
Magnificent earth
Water cold as ice,
Flowing quickly around me,
Confining my soul
Loudly howls the wind,
Leaves dancing through the forest,
Falling down again
A fire glowed bright,
Illuminating the sky,
Warm flames flickering
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Imeisha Williams
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The Weekend
“Thank goodness it’s Friday!” yelled Albert. His celebration was cut short when the words, “reset your password”, appeared on his computer screen. “I could have sworn I just changed it.” Albert crossed his arms and spun around in his office chair. “Got it!” He quickly entered his new password and shut down his workstation. He waltzed his way to the elevators, leaving behind his cluttered cubicle until Monday. “Any plans for the weekend’? Albert’s coworker, Shawn, never failed to ask the same mundane question every Friday. “No, just spending a quiet weekend at home.” The awkwardness in the elevator was so thick, you could slice it with a knife. “Ding!” The elevator doors opened slowly. “Have a good weekend, Albert!” “Yeah, you too, Shawn.” Albert couldn’t get to his car quick enough. He zipped through the parking garage right into rush hour traffic. Horns were blaring, cars were at a standstill, but Albert didn’t mind one bit. He was ready to enjoy the next two days doing absolutely nothing.
By Imeisha Williams3 years ago in Horror
Sprout
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Evening has given way to night. Gently, I settle next to you on the comfortable, old love seat and reach for your hand. You snatch it away, again. It cuts me to the quick, but I hide the pain, understanding that the reaction is but part of your demented state. Since the accident, your presence here in our cozy home has been clouded by a haze I can't see. Nevertheless, I feel the frigidity of your expressions and it serves as an excruciating reminder of the immeasurable distance between us.
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