December 2011
4 posts
7 tags
fifty sentences
trying a different style utilizing prompts from here, hopefully you all pick up on what i was working at.
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motion Her hair whipped around her as she stood on the fence, the wild horses galloping by, and she looked over her shoulder at him, grinning as she asked, “Aren’t the most beautiful ones always wild?” cool She stared at him with apathetic eyes, breaking the stillness by sliding an...
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lament of hera
It’s night like these (where the moon is covered by clouds but its luminescence persists, where the house is so quiet it can make me shiver, where not a thing is out of place but it seems like, feels like nothing is where it belongs) that remind me I am not alone in this world, but I do not stand with anyone, either. A person will sit an arm’s length away, but I will not stretch out my hand to...
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menace the fools
“And it is not fine for gods to menace fools,” you said, and I was too sheepish to answer, instead looking down at my ragged fingernails that had dirt caked beneath them. I did not know if you were complimenting me and scolding me at the same time, comparing me to a god and lowering yourself to a fool or— if you were insulting me, calling yourself the god and telling me I am a fool, as it should...
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gilded bowl
I have filled a gilded bowl to the brim with tears. I allowed salt-water to dribble into it, watching the water level rise until the surface tension of the liquid trembled the slightest bit over the rim of the bowl. I waited a the span of a heart’s beat (ba-bump) before I plunged red hands into the still-warm liquid, watching it slosh and spill over the edge of the bowl. The effect was...
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all that matters
Over yonder sits a boy with a bleeding heart on his sleeve; can you see him? There, with the shaggy hair and the blue eyes (that for some reason seemed much darker than they should), don’t you spot him? He might not be truly beautiful, but he is beautiful to me and that is all that matters. I’ve talked to him before and even though they might sound like insignificant words to you, they were...
November 2011
5 posts
to my followers...
i haven’t said this formally yet, so i say it now. thank you, from the very bottom of my heart, for following me and allowing my humble pieces of prose a space on your dashboard. you cannot imagine what it means to me to have people appreciate my work.
should any of you ever fancy a talk, my ask-box is open! may you continue on your merry way.
sincerely,
phi-uyen
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sorrow croons as love begs
Sorrow looked down at his feet with mournful eyes, wide and dark and solemn as Love pranced around and danced in the field before him, laughing and chortling all the while. “Sorrow,” she sang with glowing face and sparkling smile, “come dance with me, please.” “No,” he sighed. “But why?” “You know that I cannot.” She pouted, pausing in her playful antics to look at him instead, arms akimbo and...
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fall and fall and fall
When her head tipped back, the wind blew her hair across her face and seemed to pull her laugh from her throat before she even voiced it, stole it from her before she even realized that it was hers to give. She looked at him from between messy strands of blonde hair that shined gold in the afternoon sun. “Don’t tell me,” she drawled, leaning a hip against the metal rail that encased the roof of...
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unsuspecting
Stop, because you are falling too fast and I am not. Because you are smiling at me and the best I can do is look away. You are racing along a road that will lead you only to hell. And you don’t even realize. You don’t even realize.
October 2011
2 posts
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insufferable
“Why do you cry?”
“It’s not like I want to cry. It just happens.”
“But generally, crying is a form of emotional release…right?”
“Generally.”
“But I think it’s different for you.”
“How so?”
“I think you cry just to taste your tears. I don’t think you’re truly upset. You cry just to have the flavor of salt lave across your tongue and stimulate your taste buds. You cry because you want something,...
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very, very true
I can’t let anything out. But, for some reason, I can find a way to squeeze you in. You sit there with a face set in stone, face devoid of a smile and eyes practically lifeless but I know you. I know that underneath the steel and the ice and the clean, precise lines resides a piece (small but nonetheless there) that is full of white-hot emotion, rumbling with heat that furls and writhes and...
September 2011
12 posts
8 tags
past recollection
I am composed of several parts: compassion, volatility, tenderness, timidity, violence, confusion—but of all these, the biggest is the ability to be forgotten.
I am forged with a good enough face to command attention then and there, but at the end of the night it will not be me you remember but another. I will be the half-uttered name on your tongue, trailing off into silence because you cannot...
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what-i-am-over-you
Our moments now are, at best, comprised of awkwardness and pain. I can
hardly spare you a grimace of a smile and you can hardly bring yourself
to look at me when we pass each other, so I guess it’s equal and all right.
Somehow, it is a fair trade and it balances itself out. It’s hard to
imagine we were once an integral part of each others lives. It’s hard
to fathom how...
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sacre bleu
She grinned him a thank-you as he pulled out her chair for her. Daintily, she sat down, crossed her legs and rolled the silverware out of the napkin. Placing the cutlery by her plate, she spread the napkin in her lap and smoothed it out once before leaning back in the chair and looking across the table at her companion.
He was looking at her with a faint smile on his lips, one arm propped on one...
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bad at dying
“Are you immortal?” She leaned back against the wall with a hollow chuckle, her head making a dull thud that punctuated how pathetic their situation was. She spared him a sideways glance, taking in how he sprawled out on the filthy, dusty floor. He seemed at home, very nearly comfortable, despite the circumstances. “No,” she murmured, “just bad at dying, apparently.” He snorted, which only...
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wishlist
“I want my man to gift me with one ring—two, someday—both worn on my left hand on the fourth finger from the right. I want him to humor me as I plan a wedding that is classy but bold, quaint and picturesque, full of dresses the color of sunrise and the color of dusk, when fireflies roam about. I want him to dance with me in the silence when we cross the threshold of a gorgeous house; a house...
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of burning bridges
We’re made of burning bridges: destructive, horrifying, ghastly. We stand aside and cackle as things combust around us, cling to each other as sparks fly off of us and we smile when we see painful scorch marks on our skin, the festering burns and angry scars. We are a disaster, yet neither one of us could bother to care. We destroy in our nihilistic relations and yet we will eventually realize...
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neck and neck
You’ve got the oddest habit of taking all you hold dear and thoroughly thrashing them, a penchant for wearing people’s very souls to mockeries of what they once were. You drain people of life and are more than happy to leave them staring at the dregs in their palms. One day, you’ll meet your match. The god of the religion of your choosing will deliver to those people...
11 tags
at the end of the day
At the end of the day, when people ask me what it is exactly that we have, I wish I could answer them but I realize that when I try, I’m left with a tangle of words that only half make sense: frustrating, radiant, difficult, ours. Truly, that last word matters to me most of all. Because it’s something of our own, and even though there may be people whispering their opinions about what we...
8 tags
conflict of interest
I said your name and I think you must have misunderstood the notion of my voice because when you turned around you had sunbeams, supernovas, and prisms throwing rainbows across whitewashed walls in your eyes. The smile I managed to drudge up for you was not unlike the pathetic beam of a dying flashlight, refracted in a jagged-edged mirror so weakly that it barely made a ray, much less hit...
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apology
The blow was explosive, hard enough that my head rocked back so sharply I heard something in my neck crack. Shock overcame me first, everything numb as I blinked stars away, and the pain came plowing through at a close second. There was a throbbing, burning ache in my cheekbone and I wondered for a moment if it was broken. Seconds that seemed to drag into an eternity passed, and when my...
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winterspringsummerautumn
With exquisite talent, she was crafted. Winter breathed soul into her. Summer gave her life. From Spring she stole vitality, and Autumn bred in her tenderness. Anything she held was her plaything and no man nor beast could trump her for they loved her. With cool eyes and slow smiles she intrigued, charmed with endless energy and heart. With her playful, fickle ways she smiled as she stole hearts...
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an unlikely company
act i. she was high-fashion with old money at her very core. she was polished perfection with a ramrod back, haughty eyes and a sharp mouth that was always quick to sneer. born with a silver spoon in her mouth, the mere thought of going without was completely foreign to her. she knew what she wanted and, by god, did she get it. she based her foundation on something she could excel at....