Girlie Pop . Obsessor of Books . 16 . Not the best writer . Commitment issues . “She was completely whole and yet never fully complete.” -Maquita Donyel Irvin.
Girlie Pop . Obsessor of Books . 16 . Not the best writer . Commitment issues . “She was completely whole and yet never fully complete.” -Maquita Donyel Irvin.
I laugh along with her.
Because am I not a good friend,
If I don’t laugh at her jokes?
I agree with her.
Because who else will encourage her beliefs,
If not me?
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I sit on the soft chair.
The air conditioner won’t quiet.
A quiet hum filling the tense air.
“What makes a belief right or wrong?”
Her eyes bore into me,
Studying me.
Like an animal, laid out for testing.
“I suppose that’s the thing...
She lied still in the dimly lit room.
The deafening silence too much for her ears.
She listens, and hear only the wind outside.
The rattle of her window.
The storm overhead.
A faint spark to the left.
Never too dull for her eyes.
Impossible to see in the daylight.
The smal light is like that of a soup.
Lost and scared.
Cold, and stuck.
Unable to leave,
for the rain traps it inside.
It pangs her ...
Amidst the roaring applause, a silent tear fell,
Reflecting the untold story she could never tell.
Because all they see is her sparkly makeup, and the tulips on the stage.
Her bright blue eyes, wide as she watched the crowd.
She’s been doing this since she was a child.
Now, nearing 17, why was she still surprised?
Perhaps there was something behind it all.
A dream so close, yet just out of r...
Alice ran as fast as she could, laughing and giggling, her cheeks and nose flushed a light pink. Her chocolate brown hair blowing behind her in the wind as she ran, cutting through the cool October breeze.
The crunching of leaves sounded every step she took, exposing her whereabouts to her brother, who was closely behind, chasing after her, and laughing as well.
All she had to do was reach the t...
Everyone’s dressed in dark colors, it’s so gloomy.
This place smells- I thought it was a church?
My dress is too tight, and my shoes hurt my feet.
Why are we even here?
Is there food?
Why’re pictures of *mamaw playing on the tv screen?
She looks pretty in that dress.
I wonder where mamaw is.
Ma told me she’d be here.
Should I not be smiling?
I thought it was best to smile.
People are giving me wei...
Not a story exactly, but more of just me talking about a game (the treasured possession), and how it effects me, and what it represents in my mind.
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You may have heard of Flow Free- or maybe you’ve even played it before. I just recently reinstalled the app on my phone, and as I was playing it earlier today, I though of something.
In the game, you have to fill the board completely, leaving no s...
You awake. It’s hard to breathe, yet strangely easy, is if you’re in a cloud, only it’s all fog. All around you is a field, but only a few steps in front of you can be seen before there’s nothing.
One step. A trail appears, or more of a path. Stepping stones, sized perfect for your feet.
Two steps. The fog grows denser, harder to see, yet easier to breathe. You can barely see a step ahead of you...