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WRITING OBSTACLE
Inspired by Amber A
Use the metaphor of a fuse being lit and its impending explosion to represent a mental eruption of a strong emotion.
Consider how you will develop this metaphor with strong visual and emotional representation.
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I’ve been dead and dying for a long time.
Too long.
I’ve lost parts of me I’ll never get back,
Probably all the good parts of me.
In the last week alone,
It’s been an emotional roller coaster.
I’ve grown years older in the last seven days.
I was empty,
Then unrealistically happy,
Then steady,
And then I crashed.
I crashed just this morning.
It’s been so long since then.
Now…
Now I’m alive.
These p...
The fuse had been there the whole time. Always there, always watching, waiting. But when it was lit, people ran. They ran because they chose to ignore the fact that the fuse had been there the whole time and was only just now erupting in flames. They ran because they knew they had lit it. A fuse can’t light itself, for even the smallest and most irrelevant sparks can start a wildfire. It was never...
The fuse was lit at the start of the day, when my mother told me I had too much to say. Sure I talk lots, and I knew she meant well, but soon a fire would rise, impossible to quell.
Just after that, while riding the bus, one friend of mine said she was feeling distrust. I remember saying something about how we’d always be friends, meet no ends, never break, only bend.
Then she said something tha...
Butterflies pounding in my chest —
a thumb itching to hit the striker.
Eyes locked —
falling into an endless captivating pool.
Aches and pain
beloved and sought-after sensations
tearing my soul asunder with yearning.
Flesh pressed against flesh,
lips locked,
the fuel bubbling up.
One spark to ignite —
fire....
Tick Tock goes the clock
Another minute my Alexa displays
Tick Tock my thoughts
Go bye just like a millisecond
Tick Tock one minute passed
Tick
Tock
It's eleven o clock
Early to rise dread the sun
Up in the early hours
Yet my brain runs every thought every minute
Tick
Tock
need my sleep
11:15
Still awake
Tick tock
Thoughts keep running
Close my eyes the...
Three days had passed since she crawled into that bed. Three days since he’d seen the vibrant light in her eyes.
Gray had been bringing food and water to Adie’s side table for the last day and a half when he realized she wasn’t planning to move anytime soon. She’d sipped from the cup and taken tiny bites of the now stale bread before rolling back over and either falling asleep or staring at the ...
The fuse is lit, there is no going back
I feel it coming, ready to attack
It’s standing there, breaking my will
I don’t want it to happen, I remember it still
The flame travels, further down it goes
I steady myself, ready for the final blows
The cuts the scrapes, they build and build
Until I look down, my whole body filled
The spark hits the spot, the bomb explodes
It all floods in, taking what’...
The fuse was lit and the explosion came out. After all of those years of bottling all of my emotions, keeping them to myself, they finally came out in a flurry. Showing themselves.
I felt a rush of sadness, anger, fear, anxiety, and mourning. All of the emotions erupted in a rainbow of tears, punches, and hyperventilating. It was as bad as it can be imagined.
It probably wasn’t very healthy to...
The camera watches me prick my finger, and slowly, painstakingly drip blood onto the card. Agonizingly slow, the seconds tick into minutes as I struggle to fill the circles. With every second, I feel the shame of what I did two years ago, how close I came to destruction, death, disability.
I hate this. But I do it. I have to do it for another three years.
They have my medical license. I have ...
Tick… tick… tick
A clocks hand slowly moves in your head.
Tick… tick… tick
It started seven point three seconds ago and it won’t stop.
Tick… tick… tick… tick
It has nothing to do with the thing in your chest that burns like fire, racing across your veins. Or the immensely strong urge to let that flame devour everything around you, including the person in front of you.
The Betrayer.
Fitting...
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