Excerpt
Late Bloomers
He wasn’t all that interested in classical music, but an hour out of class was an hour out of class. It wasn’t that he thought “normal” music was better, or anything, but the classical music he’d heard before was never interesting. He always supposed it was some lost in translation thing, something he was missing because he so used to messing around with synthesizers and auto tune and everything he could get his hands on.
By A Baptiste4 years ago in Fiction
The #ELEMENT
As of this morning, it has been 1yr. Free and clean of all toxicity. I haven't laid a finger on drugs or alcohol. Recently my addictive personality has been in considerable control. PHYSICALLY & MENTALLY I feel as strong as ox. In all sincerity Spiritually I feel much, much more is to be revealed. My stay at the treatment center has been awakening for sure! Besides a new year, my graduation and completion of my rehabilitation, or should I say to continue... The 12 steps I've become familiar with speak of a constant struggle. A lesson of consistency and preparation to counter the grip of self-medicating. A balance of emotions becomes aware. To be truthful, nervousness has been pecking away at me all week. The excitement of going home has become disrupted by uncertainty. Fear has a conniving way of inviting itself. Still, I hold fast on my blueprint, the master plan I had been setting in place for the longest. Even in the entrapment of the jungle, I had been on the fence. I was blessed. Being pulled by a force unconceivable to the dying flesh. It took a while for me to reach this moment. In due time I suppose. The relationships and knowledge of this particular moment are perfect. The most amazing woman that I've ever met just so happens to be my nurse. I,d been in complete awe of her beauty from day 1. The care and compassion she showed toward me were unforgettable.
By D.C.@UN-BrokenGRAMMAR4 years ago in Fiction
Signed
Jared and Lia barely talk on the walk back to the hotel. Lia holds back tears with measured breathing. Jared doesn’t want to push her. She’ll talk when she’s ready. He tells himself, hoping it’s sooner rather than later. They had just picked up her stuff and left that guy crying on the ground. Although it had only taken a few minutes to get there, the walk back to the hotel felt like it was taking an eternity.
By Millie Bauer4 years ago in Fiction
I Choose
I've always found it easy to pretend. Living in a world of make believe can be a relief, a safe-haven for the troubled mind, a seemingly simple way to control the world when the world wants to control you. But today, I let the world come with me. After all, why should I have all the fun to myself? Don't they want to know what it's like to alter your reality to your every whim? To decide what to keep and what to change as if you have any control at all over the random algorithms that hold your fate in their binary codes. I mean, if you were given an unshaped block of clay, and told you could build anything, would you recreate something known or would you branch out, experiment, and shape something you've never seen before?
By Zara Dainty4 years ago in Fiction
The Town With No Puppies
My device broke and I was without internet for two weeks and we are in lockdown. This is what came out. (Dialogue for the play is not complete yet but I am practicing until I get it right. Therefore, this is a narrative).
By Canuck Scriber Lisa Lachapelle4 years ago in Fiction
Night Owls
In the car again. They say it like I'm going on an adventure. I haven't seen her in over a year. Her face looks different, but the same. Her dark wavy hair like a halo around her tan skin, and I have a little brother now... He's almost a year old. I file into the car; me, and my stuff that I've accrued. Some things over time, like my stuffed bunny rabbit that I've had since I was a baby, and my pink CD player. Some new, like the glitter gel pens that I spill onto the back seat, so I can draw at traffic lights.
By Rachel M.J4 years ago in Fiction
Realm of Vengeful Souls
The rain stopped not too long ago. The roads were soaked and muddy. Despite being midday, the sky was grey, and barely any light came through the clouds. A thick fog still reigned over the surroundings, making the environment humid. It was the type of humidity that chilled to the bone.
By BPDCupcake4 years ago in Fiction
