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I hold her tightly, hand clutched gently around her frigid, boney wrist. Her head laid flat against the pillow. Small strands of satiny hair rolled down her pillow like delicate streams of water running down a waterfall only to collapse into piles of stone. I could see emotions flashing across her face like a sweep of clouds over a quiet landscape.She was agitated.‘Shhh’ I whisper benevolently patting down on her sheeny hair it felt blurry on my fingertips like a cottage of comfort protective of the outside world. I hear her whimper, it sadd...
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Starla- What seemed to me like a sudden thump,entered my spine like a hole inside a heartAghastI felt awoken by a surpriseColour pouring down, Limbs full of painA canvas that only held the darkness of blood.Sweet noises evoked.Yet only danger hid within,‘Death is like the coal that fire leaves behind’. Like I had always told myself.‘Time passes like a horse’s gallop.Their hooves hitting the ground like waves overlapping sand. The waves like a bride’s dress as she dances in the moonlight.’Whispered a voice from behind. I was in...
Weekly Contest #54
Sometimes Normal is strange. Sometimes I dream of hearts stout and brave. Like muffled noises of beating drums. Sometimes I sense falling asleep is wrong. I’ve seen old ships sail like dead swans in a lake, I’ve seen water cry in pain, I see all the pain inside my dreams. At night I disobey my curfew. It’s normal, I suppose. I always end up sleeping, but the lack of sleep haunts me. I’m only twelve, sleeping’s overrated I believe. Or I used to believe- nowadays I try, but at max, if I’m lucky I’ll get two hours per night.I was scared, fear s...
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