• musicrazi commented on the post, dizzy 2 years ago

    Dizzy with excitement, she leapt across the street, darting through traffic. Adrenaline coursed through her veins, cars honking, hair flowing. She could hardly see straight. This was going to be her day.

  • musicrazi commented on the post, values 5 years, 2 months ago

    His values consisted of one definition: pride. He based everything off of it. Nothing was done unless it was an affirmation of his accomplishments. After all, the only thing he had was himself.

  • musicrazi commented on the post, leveled 5 years, 5 months ago

    The hill leveled out into a wide expanse of land. For miles ahead, prairie reached out to the horizon where the sun was just setting. Rays of blood orange and violet spilled out before us, lighting the world on fire. We were almost home.

  • musicrazi commented on the post, chosen 5 years, 5 months ago

    He was the chosen one. He didn’t want to be, but it wasn’t as if he had a choice. He weighed the options in his head. There really weren’t any. He sighed, picking up the knife from the wooden tabletop. Its sharp edge glittered underneath the low light and he shuddered at the thought of having to press it against anyone’s neck.

  • musicrazi commented on the post, ferry 5 years, 6 months ago

    The ferry arrived at exactly 7am in the morning, just like it did every day. But I remember something different about that particular sunrise. The salty sea wind was mingled with the scent of her perfume and the sun rays tasted like golden granules of sugar on my tongue. Yes, that morning was different than rest. That was the morning I met her.

  • musicrazi commented on the post, easygoing 5 years, 7 months ago

    How funny, she thought, that she could be so easygoing when it came to writing. Write, whatever. Words, whatever. They were her home and they couldn’t hurt her. But out there, where the words were no longer her own and she had no control over how they were used, she remained in constant anxiety and fear.

  • musicrazi commented on the post, timid 5 years, 8 months ago

    Stop being so timid, people told her. You’re too shy. Embarrassing. Weak. Afraid. And all of that was true, she thought. She was all of those things, but she was also strong, courageous, daring, and beautiful. I mean, aren’t we all?

  • musicrazi commented on the post, complexity 5 years, 8 months ago

    The world is much simpler than you think. The complexity of human beings is really something we make up in our own minds as we try to make sense of life. But then again, aren’t we all just bundles of contradictions?

  • musicrazi commented on the post, intrigue 5 years, 8 months ago

    She loved traveling; the thought of all the worlds she had never explored intrigued her to such an extent that one day, she forgot where she had come from. She became a gypsy, traveling lands far and wide, and hoping that one day, she would find the end of the rainbow she had stared at so longingly as a child.

  • musicrazi commented on the post, cone 5 years, 8 months ago

    She held her son’s hand gently in hers, swinging it back and forth as they walked along the pier. He licked his ice cream cone tentatively and looked up at his mother, crinkling his nose. “What, you don’t like it?” she asked. “I like it,” her son said thoughtfully, taking another lick, “but why do good things always melt away so quickly?”

  • musicrazi commented on the post, narrative 5 years, 9 months ago

    She found it difficult to write about her own life. She didn’t understand it anyhow. All the empty words and fake people didn’t make much of a story. She much preferred the romantic getaways of other books, where heroines saved the day by merely being themselves.

  • musicrazi commented on the post, solidarity 5 years, 9 months ago

    She hoped that the new community wouldn’t shun her like the last. Three months she had been wandering, floating, wishing to find someone else like her. As she stumbled past the town sign, she had a good feeling about the new life she was about to start.

  • musicrazi commented on the post, infinity 5 years, 9 months ago

    She looked out past the horizon and for a moment, she thought she saw his boat, bobbing up and down, on the turquoise waves. But of course, nothing was out there except the seagulls. She believed in infinity – she really did. What she didn’t believe in was second chances.

  • musicrazi commented on the post, indecision 5 years, 9 months ago

    Hamlet had two choices. “To be or not to be.” That was the question, but at the same time, it wasn’t. There was really only one choice – whether to sleep now or sleep later. Because we all know that at one point, death no longer becomes a choice but an imperative.

  • musicrazi commented on the post, bloomed 5 years, 10 months ago

    It was almost spring again, which meant the snow had melted into puddles of gray water, seeping into the dirt where the flowers had already begun to bloom. Outside the window, she could see the new buds peeking out and she wished that she too could bloom.

  • musicrazi commented on the post, delight 5 years, 10 months ago

    Delight filled her like a helium balloon and she felt herself floating away, up above the heads of everyone in the crowd. She could see the heads below and the twinkling stars above, and she thought that here was the place where she could finally be happy.

  • musicrazi commented on the post, willful 5 years, 10 months ago

    She was the willful type. Strong and independent – at least on the outside. And most of the time, the outside was all they saw. Alone, she trembled in fear and confusion. For on the inside, the will disappeared and she was slowly piecing herself back together.

  • He was the antithesis of her personality. She crashed through the room like a hurricane, leaving behind the broken pieces for him to clean up. Her devastating aftermath was matched with his calm waves, the saltiness of ocean tears mingling with the shattered and forgotten.

  • musicrazi commented on the post, director 6 years, 2 months ago

    Becoming a director had been her dream since she was 16. She couldn’t control her own life, or her own thoughts, or her own emotions. So, she thought, I would dream up a story of my own and control will no longer be a problem.

  • musicrazi commented on the post, withered 6 years, 2 months ago

    The flower bent its head and sighed. The dark was rising once again and with it the cold and deadly frost. The flower knew it would not be long before its leaves withered and its blossoms died. That was life. Over, and over, and over again.