• Lynnika commented on the post, curtains 4 years, 7 months ago

    And I pulled the curtains back and leaned my forehead on the glass and I just watched the people talking and laughing and crying and fighting. And then I think I started crying but I wasn’t sad, I felt sort of happy. I liked the feeling of the cold glass on my face, and the snow fell on everyone’s head and since I was so far up I felt like I had a…[Read more]

  • Lynnika commented on the post, fishing 4 years, 7 months ago

    As I walked out of the cave, bronze tears streaked down my cheeks and into the salty sea. I watched the liquid metal swirl around and dissipate into the ocean, and I wished I could do the same. My chest felt like it was still of bronze as I left her stranded in the cave, where I literally poured my immobility into her palm. My stomach nervously…[Read more]

  • Lynnika commented on the post, falter 4 years, 8 months ago

    Suddenly, the rushing waves faltered and all was silent. As I opened my eyes, a shock of bronze gold fell into my view. My heart rose higher in my chest. The night air was to be light from the absence of limitations. The impatient beat of my toes swung my chair to the beat of my heart. And finally, the rocky surface shuddered, and I gripped my…[Read more]

  • Lynnika commented on the post, footsteps 4 years, 8 months ago

    I carefully placed my feet in the contours of sand. I wondered at the glazed, metallic footprints, and I felt my chest expand. This was where he had last placed his steps. This was where he had last been human. The sun dotted my vision until I was overwhelmed by the black of the mouth of the cavern.

    My stomach wrung itself out like a towel as…[Read more]

  • Lynnika commented on the post, stood 4 years, 8 months ago

    The statue stood there with her shoulders held back by some invisible cord. And so I found the negative space between her hair and the back of her neck, between her left arm and her side, between her taut shoulder blades, between her skyward chin and her neck, between her fingers and toes.

    As, slowly, her metallic skin turned flesh, she…[Read more]

  • Lynnika commented on the post, blurry 4 years, 10 months ago

    My eyes went blurry. Perhaps from the grief, or perhaps for the pain, but I guess I’ll never know. Although most likely, now that I think of it, it was the snow that had just begun to fall. Odd that I never would have thought of that.After all those years, remembering and reliving, and once in a while something falls upon you. Some little tidbit…[Read more]

  • Lynnika commented on the post, prank 4 years, 10 months ago

    It was the best prank she ever pulled. Possibly, also the meanest. And the one that takes up the most space in my brain. Because, I believe it led to the death of Charlotte Lee. It all started with a road trip. And a can of tuna. And also, faux chrysanthemums. But that’s not the point. The point is she’s dead, becuase of this stupid, stupid prank.

  • Lynnika commented on the post, sought 4 years, 11 months ago

    He sought my eyes, but I couldn’t look at him. I couldn’t stand it. They were too old, too wise. They had seen too much. Because I’ve never seen a thing. All I’ve ever seen, that has ever been worth noting, was him. And now I can barely see his face without being assaulted by his history. I should’ve known. I’ve waited all my life something…[Read more]

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  • Lynnika commented on the post, translucent 4 years, 11 months ago

    Her face was translucent. Or maybe that was just me. But either way, I knew what she was thinking. Run. Run. Run. It’s takes someone like me to trigger fight or flight in someone like her. And like I knew she would, she chose flight.

    And then there were wings, made of glass. Shooting from her shoulders. She lifted a foot off the ground, and I…[Read more]

  • Lynnika commented on the post, translucent 4 years, 11 months ago

    Her face was translucent. Or maybe that was just me. But either way, I knew what she was thinking. Run. Run. Run. It’s takes someone like me to trigger fight or flight in someone like her. And like I knew she would, she chose flight.

    And then there were wings, made of glass. Shooting from her shoulders. She lifted a foot offf the ground, and I…[Read more]

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