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“Stay,” she whispered, tugging at the hem of his sleeve. “Stay,” the trees breathed, swaying in their soup of watery gray sky. “Stay,” the flowers murmured, nodding together among the railroad tracks, the heaps of vines and splintered wood that rotted among the tall weedy grass. “Stay.” The lines ran down the underside of her arm and joined to create a set of tracks, an empty railroad with no train. She would follow it until her feet grew sore and her eyes ran wet with dew, but still she walked.
» Posted By LILYhibiku On 06.12.2015 @ 2:22 pm
A fear of failing dragged him down, pulling on his heartstrings like a drowning whale, thrashing and waving in the tides, a part of him was being washed up on shore and he could feel the sunlight beaming down, slowly burning his skin away, slowly turning him to bones. Soon he would be nothing but a cage of ivory white bars, bleached pale in the sun.
» Posted By LILYhibiku On 10.01.2014 @ 7:53 pm
She graced the halls with her presence. Everything about her was poised, considered, calculated. A single glance from her sent worlds traveling down your spine. A single word from her was enough to keep you awake all night. We were all madly in love with her, I’m sure, though I can’t quite remember now–it’s hard to remember a girl who moved like the air itself, who kept her true self an enigma.
» Posted By LILYhibiku On 09.19.2014 @ 6:16 pm
He laughed at her softly, a sound like a knife in the darkness. “Are you always this way?” His words cut her, they seemed warm on the surface but she could feel the coldness underneath them like ice. She shivered and wrapped her arms around herself, shifted her knee ever so slightly away from his. She suddenly had the impression that she was a single warm body pressed between two glaciers, the blankets were floating above her body, just barely pressing down, she suddenly wanted to become weightless and quiet and escape this unfeeling warmth. /Are you always this way?/ Of course she was, of course. Like there was something wrong with her. /Are you?/
» Posted By LILYhibiku On 08.28.2014 @ 4:43 pm
She fingered the torn, worn clothing, the puckered holes that dotted the black fabric, pieces of thread twisting out from the fraying edges and tangling with one another. (tying the holes together)
» Posted By LILYhibiku On 08.24.2014 @ 1:45 pm
(Crap, I can never remember if this word is the foot doctor, the skin doctor, or the children’s doctor so I wrote this instead)
Skin is supposed to be perfect. They had those pictures of the makeup models, all blown up so you could see every detail of their perfection, their colorful eyeshadow and shiny lips, and most of all their skin painted so thick it almost looked plastic. Why do we have these crazy standards? If we didn’t have all these standards maybe normal people wouldn’t have to wear makeup to be considered beautiful.
» Posted By LILYhibiku On 08.23.2014 @ 4:04 pm
“Don’t do this to me.” She was on her knees, she was chasing him out the door. “Please, please…” Sobbing interspersed with hiccups, almost like laughter, funny how that is, she didn’t know if she was laughing or crying anymore, she could’ve been going insane. It all seemed the same just then, when her world was falling apart. Felt like the windows should’ve shattered, the shutters blown open and the walls crumbled down, the vines should’ve wormed their way in like snakes, the floor and ceiling reduced to a skeleton, the entire structure should’ve aged a hundred years in that single moment. When the door slammed she pressed her cheek to the floor and felt the smoothness of the wood, thought maybe she could feel it decaying already, she only wanted to rot away with the floor and feel the grasses pushing up through her skin, feel the earth taking her back.
» Posted By LILYhibiku On 08.22.2014 @ 2:19 pm
Progress always happens in spirals. Don’t give up hope when it looks like you’re turning back, when it looks like the things you set your heart on have disappeared. They will return. Everything is up and down, back and forth, and it’s all carrying you along a road toward the end and the beginning of the world. Don’t give up on the road.
» Posted By LILYhibiku On 02.02.2014 @ 12:39 pm
I’ve always considered myself a sentimental person. But am I really that way? Sometimes I wonder if I’m just holding on to the past because I think I should, and not because I actually have any true emotion remaining. My ideas about how I should feel and how I do feel often get muddled up, until I can’t even tell the difference anymore and just let go of it all and become numb.
» Posted By LILYhibiku On 01.18.2014 @ 12:20 pm
The final notes of the piano faded away into the distance. Opening her eyes, she took her fingers off of the keys and looked around, as if noticing the world around her for the first time. Every time she lifted the dusty wooden keyboard cover and began to play, she returned to the world of the “living” as if she had just been born.
» Posted By LILYhibiku On 09.23.2013 @ 6:35 pm
A glance or two showed him no one was around. Without breaking stride, he pushed the hood off his face, tilted his head back to look at the sky. Clouds glided overhead, a soft wind stirred the fiery autumn leaves above…. That brilliant blue stretched out above, reaching to the ends of the earth, where it kissed the ground and went on undying.
» Posted By LILYhibiku On 08.19.2013 @ 9:03 am
Indecision that stemmed from not knowing what I want. I’d sat still for so long that my heart had become stagnant; emotions could no longer stir the waters of my core, and I began to doubt that such things even existed.
» Posted By LILYhibiku On 08.18.2013 @ 9:31 am
The days when she’d lived in a cave deep in the forest were gone. The trees there were burnt to black toothpicks now, all of them, and it was her fault. Even when she didn’t try, she still destroyed things. She had destroyed her forest just by living in it, just by being a threat to the nearby village that came with torches in the night.
» Posted By LILYhibiku On 08.21.2013 @ 7:38 am
Drowning. My head’s submerged beneath the water.
I can’t see. Can’t open my eyes. I’m sluggish, heavy…hard to think. Am I breathing or am I silent?
It’s so quiet, the only sound I can hear is the chaos of my own thoughts.
» Posted By LILYhibiku On 07.12.2013 @ 12:48 pm
Little rainbow curls resting in the sand, more beautiful than stones, more delicate than glass.
» Posted By LILYhibiku On 06.19.2013 @ 12:15 pm
Trying to change ourselves, tumbling past masks we love and hate. “I’m caught on the wrong one…”
» Posted By LILYhibiku On 06.18.2013 @ 5:40 pm
On the last day of school I paused by the table of books outside the English classroom. I sorted through the pile with increasing urgency as the passing period drew to a close. Finally, with one minute left, I saw something I wanted. The Grapes of Wrath. Smiling, I pulled it from the pile, only to find that it had been torn apart. The front cover missing, the first few pages shredded.
» Posted By LILYhibiku On 06.14.2013 @ 8:43 am
His face a mask. Distorted, twisted, something alien. Inhuman. He was not who she thought he was; he was someone else, someone who she didn’t know and didn’t want to know. Someone who had lost his grip on everything in this reality they inhabited together.
» Posted By LILYhibiku On 06.14.2013 @ 8:40 am
It slunk into her heart one night, as she was lying awake staring at the shapes the trees made outside her window. That night she began to feel different for the first time, though she didn’t know why. That night she started to realize that she was lonely.
» Posted By LILYhibiku On 06.08.2013 @ 2:20 pm
If I could meld my thoughts together, into a mosaic of pictures and thoughts and sounds, would they form a shape? What kind of form would a reflection of my mind take on?
» Posted By LILYhibiku On 06.05.2013 @ 6:38 pm
The end of the countdown looms: less than a minute, and my breath is caught.
My fingers are hollow.
Who knew a minute could go so slowly?
» Posted By LILYhibiku On 05.10.2013 @ 5:50 pm
You say you think you could be everyone.
The truth is, you don’t think you can be anyone.
The taste of soap is in my mouth, bubbles in my hair. Every time I catch that scent, I remember those words.
» Posted By LILYhibiku On 05.09.2013 @ 5:31 pm
Earth crumbled away from my feet and plummeted into the chasm. I stared over the edge, heart pounding, slowly but surely inching forward, and wondered how long this one would last.
» Posted By LILYhibiku On 04.20.2013 @ 8:33 am
“Whatever it is, it should help you to get some leverage over him.” She stared me straight in the eye. “Got it?”
I nodded, glancing away. Everything in my appearance was the picture of compliance. But inside, I was seething. What right did she have to determine people’s lives?
» Posted By LILYhibiku On 04.15.2013 @ 6:46 pm
Your mind is chained, your words shackled. You can no longer speak freely. You are confined to these walls, forced into a prison. Expressing yourself is not something that comes naturally, but an effort.
Welcome to the prison of the sentence.
» Posted By LILYhibiku On 02.28.2013 @ 6:48 pm
You are all bleeding, pinching the cut to hasten the red, and you hold up your paper cut to the world and cry as if your throat has just been sliced open.
» Posted By LILYhibiku On 02.26.2013 @ 5:16 pm
Shadows crept along the walls, dipped into cracks and slid out again, long, drawn-out. They tiptoed past the slumbering figures, silently drawing up closer, shading them with darkness against the rock. The mouth of the cave was ahead. Grass. A breeze. Moonlight.
» Posted By LILYhibiku On 02.24.2013 @ 10:42 am
If emotions are all fake, then I can choose to be happy. For so long I hated the fact that emotions weren’t as true as people make them out to be, that I could easily make myself love something or hate something or be happy or be sad. We’re like robots who pretend to feel.
But it doesn’t matter anymore. If we can control our emotions, force ourselves to feel, then I can make myself be happy. I choose to be happy, I choose those emotions that will make life better to live.
» Posted By LILYhibiku On 01.17.2013 @ 3:38 pm
My speech is clumsy. Words tumble over one another, scramble to get out and fall, stepped on and pushed down by each other until they make no sense at all. They think they can make it out of my mouth same as my words make it out through my fingers, at the speed of messy handwriting in blue ink, the speed of fingers typing frantically across a keyboard. But they’re wrong. Speech and writing are not the same. Because no matter how clumsily the words fill the page, no matter how many times I make typos and have to press the backspace key, the words themselves are what matter. The words themselves are graceful, and it doesn’t matter how clumsily they appear.
» Posted By LILYhibiku On 01.14.2013 @ 3:52 pm
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In every end is also a beginning. In every end, comes change. We’re wired to resist it, wired to hate it and fight it limb from limb, and even though they all want to be free of that thing called “natural”, “human”, “fate”, even though they want that and he is a part of them, he is still a victim of it.
He’s afraid of endings.
His fear makes him cower in the darkness of night, wrap his arms tightly around himself as if that will keep him from falling apart.
» Posted By LILYhibiku On 01.13.2013 @ 1:21 pm