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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.
» Posted By musicrazi On 05.08.2017 @ 7:14 am
Her fingers landed softly on the ivory keys. Each tap reminded her of the raindrops dancing on her window. Her heart beat faster as her hands moved faster and faster. Outside, a storm was coming.
» Posted By musicrazi On 02.08.2015 @ 10:31 am
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.
» Posted By musicrazi On 03.20.2014 @ 10:11 pm
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.
» Posted By musicrazi On 12.24.2013 @ 9:55 am
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.
» Posted By musicrazi On 12.07.2013 @ 2:57 pm
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.
» Posted By musicrazi On 11.25.2013 @ 4:40 pm
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.
» Posted By musicrazi On 10.10.2013 @ 8:42 pm
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?
» Posted By musicrazi On 09.10.2013 @ 7:08 pm
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?
» Posted By musicrazi On 09.08.2013 @ 10:39 pm
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.
» Posted By musicrazi On 09.04.2013 @ 5:39 pm
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?”
» Posted By musicrazi On 08.30.2013 @ 9:34 pm
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.
» Posted By musicrazi On 08.18.2013 @ 3:37 pm
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.
» Posted By musicrazi On 08.17.2013 @ 8:32 pm
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.
» Posted By musicrazi On 08.19.2013 @ 11:23 pm
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.
» Posted By musicrazi On 08.23.2013 @ 9:10 pm
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.
» Posted By musicrazi On 07.28.2013 @ 12:33 pm
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.
» Posted By musicrazi On 07.08.2013 @ 9:24 pm
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.
» Posted By musicrazi On 07.02.2013 @ 11:22 am
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.
» Posted By musicrazi On 06.04.2013 @ 9:11 pm
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.
» Posted By musicrazi On 03.12.2013 @ 6:12 pm
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.
» Posted By musicrazi On 03.10.2013 @ 11:47 am
Also, she said. Also, I love you. Also, I miss you. Also, I wish we were not five hundreds miles away from each other. The list is never-ending, she says. Because, also, you are not real.
» Posted By musicrazi On 03.08.2013 @ 10:44 pm
Her power to instill fear in others was beyond anything I could comprehend. I stared at her as she strutted down the hall confidently, her light blue eyes icy and piercing. What was it about her that made her seem so intimidating? I believed there was a spot soft in everyone, but for once, I was having my doubts.
» Posted By musicrazi On 03.02.2013 @ 2:54 pm
The rocks along the shore were as weathered as her hands. She has spent the last week digging through the sand dunes, searching for the perfect sea shell. Today, she bends over her work diligently, almost like an ostrich burying its head in the sand. With a triumphant shout, she reaches into the grainy depths and produces a shimmering, iridescent shell, perfect and unharmed.
» Posted By musicrazi On 02.20.2013 @ 2:33 pm
The fish flailed in her hands, and, flustered, she threw it back into the ocean. She looked up at her dad, knowing that he wouldn’t approve of her action. But she feared his resentment for no reason because he told her in a gentle tone that sometimes, it was okay to let go.
» Posted By musicrazi On 02.18.2013 @ 6:04 pm
I am exhausted. Physically, mentally, emotionally. I don’t want to think or do; I just want to crawl into a heap of down pillows and lay there for a few weeks or months or years. It’d be nice to take a break, nice not to worry, nice to just sleep.
» Posted By musicrazi On 02.17.2013 @ 8:31 pm
Her willpower was fading past. She couldn’t remember what she had set out to do yesterday. Once, she had been determined; now, she felt nothing but exhaustion. And when her willpower finally disintegrates, what exactly is left?
» Posted By musicrazi On 02.16.2013 @ 10:26 am
“It’s not my responsibility,” you shouted before you slammed the door in my face. I was left, dumbstruck, standing on your doorstep with no idea what to do. You had been my last hope, but apparently, I was not yours.
» Posted By musicrazi On 01.24.2013 @ 8:33 pm
It’s been a while since I visited him last, so I wasn’t sure what to expect. Part of me thought back to the bright little boy that once teased me for trying to save turtles on the seashore, but another part of me remembered the last time I saw him. He was seventeen, homeless and alone.
» Posted By musicrazi On 01.21.2013 @ 2:03 pm
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She hated her size. Her body was shaped all wrong and she seemed twice as large as she felt when she looked at her reflection in the mirror. “Stop,” he said as if he could hear what was running through her mind. “Stop, you’re beautiful.” The gentle way he whispered those words to her made her believe that maybe, just maybe, it was true.
» Posted By musicrazi On 01.15.2013 @ 9:39 pm