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She didn't look up from the cracks in the sidewalk, nor did she turn down her street to go home. Instead, she just kept walking.
Write a story about a character attempting to vanish.
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Every day felt as heavy as the previous one, her body feeling heavier, weaker, the cane she was using to walk looked worse every day, always more used, the tip becoming dirty and the gems on top of it always hazy because of how she held it. Her eyelids were closing on her way to her house, the cracked pavement was such a eyesore to her and she couldn't do anything, it had been cracked for 52 days,...
She didn't look up from the cracks in the sidewalk, nor did she turn down her street to go home. Instead, she just kept walking.
This town had nothing for her anymore. Promises of a better tomorrow were but dust in the wind, and all the hopes she had for the home that could've been were a pipe dream. Tessa should've known better than to put all her eggs in one basket, but she couldn't be faulted...
I was living in Mainland, Ohio at the time during Winter. I was lonely, my parents despised me, and I had no siblings. I wanted to just go away-VANISH.
One day, I was walking home from school, and I thought, “Hey! Why don’t I just keep walking and vanish?” So, I didn’t look up from the cracks in the sidewalk, nor did I turn down my street to go home. Instead, I just kept walking.
I had some mo...
“Is it working?” I called out, directing my focus from my steady footsteps on the ground.
“No.” Beck said, diminishing even the tiniest hope lingering in my stretched heart.
“I told you this wouldn’t work.” Daniel said, dropping the final bomb. He buried himself deep into his hunting jacket.
Natasha tossed her caramel colored hair over her shoulder, “We have to be missing something.”
“Like bra...
She traced the crooked squares in her mind, counting each time she moved over one. 301, 302, 303….and so on. Her brain started frying by the time she made it to the thousands. Her feet felt ill, her eyes brought bags to carry, her face drooped like candle wax. The horror took place every grass she passed....
I need to leave, to escape from this world.
From these _feelings. _But how? I try walking. I hear the sound of my feet hitting the ground, with a thud. Hoping, maybe one day, I’ll grow wings. Like the butterflies playing in the flowers, just flapping around looking like their without a care in the world. Oh, what it would be like, to fly away from all life’s problems. To vanish. But I can’t. No ma...
She didn’t look up
from the cracks in the sidewalk
nor did she turn down the street to go home.
Instead, she just kept walking.
She walked until her feet were
bruised and bloodied
walked until her lungs were on the
precipice of collapsing
walked off the maps edge and into oblivion. Every direction desolate
void of civilization.
She found sanctuary in the solace of loneliness and wished the
cons...
What if I just kept walking? That's what I asked myself today. Maybe it would be for the better. Everytime I walked into that house my stepmom reminds me of every bad thing I've done. And even though it was her pure lazyness that caused the accident, she still blames me. Thats the main reason I don't want to go back. That house is a reminder of his missing presence.
I was sixteen, just learning ...
I can’t breathe
Help I can’t breathe
I’m drowning
If I stop moving I think I’ll die
My steps rhythm is the only thing keeping me grounded
Help I can’t breathe
What if I lay in the dirt
And let the decay surround me
I wonder if the leaf rot will put out the fire that’s burning in my throat
My eyes are dizzy
Help me I can’t breathe
Help me to drown my thoughts in loud sound
Help me I can’t breathe...
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