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  • Bridget Grace commented on the post, builders 1 day, 5 hours ago

    Across the streets, the drills had already begun, saws buzzing, and was that a jackhammer? She pulled her pillow over her head and groaned. This was not how she imagined being awoken on her day off. Where were the birds? Where was the breakfast in bed? Alex tossed the sheets aside on top of her as he climbed out of bed groggily.

  • Milad commented on the post, builders 1 day, 5 hours ago

    builders, are society’s backbone.
    We once sought to build breathe,
    upon coming afloat for air,
    out of that fresh yet old whom,
    we called home.
    We’ve built a home now,
    a foundation,
    for all our worries
    and
    woes,
    now we blow,
    like light autumn leaves,
    whispering through dry air,
    for a greener grass
    to rest thy head.

  • lynn commented on the post, builders 1 day, 9 hours ago

    “you see them?” you say carelessly, waving a pale hand towards the invisible barrier between us and them, unbroken glass, clear and clandestine. “they’ll never be like us,” you continue, sweeping your bangs out of your eyes, eyes dark and flickering with some unknown emotion in the muted light. you never say that we’ll never be like /them/, though…[Read more]

  • chantemcb commented on the post, builders 1 day, 11 hours ago

    they were builders of brains
    surgically removing the extraneous tissue and residual

  • He said to think of ourselves as builders. layering bricks, foraging for twigs. magpies hoarding pieces of humanity.

  • Lance commented on the post, builders 1 day, 11 hours ago

    Constructing something out of a plan and the fallen forest. Cutting out a sliver of warmth from cold chaos, undoing the seam with the other hand. All building is demolition. Remodeled and condemned.

  • Abby Jelly commented on the post, builders 1 day, 12 hours ago

    They bring mountains up from the ground. They create landscapes like the world has never seen.

  • Our hearts were worn, rubble surrounding us on all sides like walls we could never escape from. We could hear them, the cranes, the jack hammer, the growling and groaning of demolition, forcing us to face the reality that nothing would be the same again. They weren’t here to build, but to destroy.

  • Joanna commented on the post, related 2 days, 1 hour ago

    He is related to Dracula, she’s sure of it. So why is she on this date? She’s trying to find the good side of everything and everyone. She’s embraced sunshine, happiness and optimism as her core values. She knows Dracula will see that in her, respect it, and not harm her in any way. Guess what? She’s wrong.

  • Bridget Grace commented on the post, related 2 days, 10 hours ago

    She blinked her eyes. They looked identical. It was spooky. She looked back from the photo to the mirror. Who was this girl? And why did she look so much like… it was too weird to think about. She shook her head.

  • lithium_haze commented on the post, related 2 days, 13 hours ago

    “Do you trust me?”

    “Are we related?”

    The dark-haired boy gives her a quizzical look. “… No?”

    “Ah, then you know the answer to your question.”

    The blonde reclines on the couch, a smirk on her pretty face. She never was going to make this easy for him, was she?

  • Everything is connected. We all have impact..whether positive or negative on the world around of us.

  • Liz commented on the post, related 2 days, 23 hours ago

    Related, elated, sweet cousins, weird uncles, my relations, my ancestors, the roots and branches of the family tree, the relating all the relating is so exhausting but we keep at it at the table where we all clutch our forks like madmen and gnash our teeth like beasts, like beasts of a family, family creatures reaching for one another between bites

  • absolutelynthng commented on the post, related 3 days, 1 hour ago

    I wonder if they can tell that we’re related? Can they see how our eyes are nearly the same tint of green? Hair, vastly different but still. The upturned nose, slight, but there? The familiarity of our communication, seamless and unspoken? Wonder if there isn’t some kid–that introverted one in the corner–was he studying us? Tracing the…[Read more]

  • “… It’s…. semi-related? Maybe?”
    “Okay, so, let me get this straight. You’ve had this rash for… how long? Four months now? And you just now thought it might be related?”
    “Well… I don’t know, sometimes I just get itchy for awhile but then it goes away, so I just thought…”
    “Right. Well, Jimmy, I’m going to need you to lie back.”

    l o…[Read more]

  • How is this possibly related to anything that I need to know? Seriously. We sit here and speak words back and forth, back and forth and I do not understand the point / the point from A to B, she tries to draw it out for me, on the wipeboard, with everyone looking at me now. Their eyes, burning into me, until she starts drawing a something…[Read more]

  • Oz Nolem commented on the post, related 3 days, 3 hours ago

    One of the was left behind, too far behind to catch the pack. Days grew shorter. Colder. And hunger stronger. It kept on the trail for the whole season, but still couldn’t out pace the lead. So it seemed destine to remain alone, #unrelated to the world. @oznolem #oneword

  • Amie commented on the post, related 3 days, 4 hours ago

    family. things. collection. organize. thoughts. two people. reaction. everything!

  • Eric Harrell commented on the post, fun 3 days, 14 hours ago

    It’s a ambiguous feeling, that moment of limbo between fanfare and the gloom of obligation. There are times when I wake so early that the sun is still down and there is a crisp in the air that is felt inside of my home. In those moments, I seem to have fun in whatever I do. This is counter to the exhilaration I feel while engaged in a little…[Read more]

  • humanly commented on the post, fun 3 days, 20 hours ago

    I hop gleefully out of the shower after my long 5-hour session of washing out the floor wax from my hair, and calming down the bruises on the back of my thigh. My roommate stares at me with disdain.

    “Friends don’t do these things to each other. They aren’t your sisters.”
    “We were just having fun! Stop being such a killjoy, you just don’t understand.”