Freewrite #3 Slice Slash CutFreewrite 3
Running, jumping, slashing, slicing, moving, grooving, coughing, hacking. Slice slash cut away the layer. Yellow ice melting in a clear glass. Running, so much running. Mind numbing, cleansing.
Freewrite #2 A WaltzFreewrite 2
Sleep, night nightshade a beat with sunglass. So heavy in the night sky pink silver I don't even make sense write right now, I know. Bags, weight, weights, sunlight hitting the barre through the window, it splintered in some places. A clash, a crash, splintering, spreading, going out in all directions, different ends of the spectrum, I'm so tired. A dull ache in my lumbar spine and cold joints. Why is this happening? Two differences clashing into noise. My shoes are a little dirty, I should wash them. My backpack. Water. Yawn. Losing interest fast. How much longer? Wish I was wearing more layers, I'm a little chilly. Snow, not quite snow. It's hot outside, but cold in here. I'm getting twitchy I can't believe it. It. It. It. La dee da dum my mind is empty. There's nothing there, no beautiful and intriguing images. Just nothing 12345678123412121234123, 123, 123, 123, 3, 333333333333333433333 shoes time. I'm not making any sense. My fricking body
Freewrite #1: Poolside People Partying PerfectlyFreewrite #1
Dancing in the dark my ear itches swirling twirling whirling breath sweet relief, my dear. So very relieved hungry and tired too. Water is good, water is great come on let's all celebrate. Fever you can't eat up with black wool and pink flowers. Swirl, twirl, swirl, twirl. Kind of ready for some fun, tons of it, loads of it such exhaustion in my blood, such exhaustion is there. How much time has passed, am I done yet? Jesus. Jesus. Christ my arm is tired from strength work. Whorl. Whorling. Whirl. Whirling. I love my toes. They flex, point, flex point. Ah why? Chicken. Chick. Writing writing Just keep writing just keep writing. Shoulder burning. Flame throwing, kick licking, muck growing, glow mowing down the cars around the rocks they go. I see a desert in my brain, a giant, sandy brown and blue desert. So thirsty. One cloud. Tiny. Lots of sand. Burning. Pink dots slide across the paper, chipping. Black ink inking. Apparently an "ing" trip is happenING soo yes indeed. Ind
Mankind from MankindMankind from Mankind
There is something very unsettling
When someone hurts a friend.
It's not only because of the obvious pain,
It's not only because you're worried
It's because you know that these
Things happen to everyone, and it
Can be your turn soon.
But it's more than that selfish
It's that no matter what, no one
Can protect mankind from mankind.
Never Get OldNever Get Old
I remember coming home from school in
Coming home and seeing gray wispy hair
Popping up from the back of my
Grandfather's old chair.
The chair was gray, too, but it did
Not have the white.
She would be there, and I would come
Into the living room to say hello,
"How are you, Grandma?"
I would talk to her for
But I always had so much to do
Even when I had nothing to do.
She would say, while getting out of
"Never get old."
My sister and I would laugh politely
And offer our aid.
She would ride the trolley
During the Saint Patty's Day parade,
And I would wave to her with gloved
Hands from my place on the flag corp.
Flash: green, shamrocks, white, and bagpipes.
It was all over in a few short weeks.
She would go home.
I went off to school
A couple Saint Patty's Days came and went.
A whorl of exams,
Then a trip.
There was a problem, and we went to
The hospital to see,
She was lying there unable to speak,
Her eyes trained on my Dad's face.
I was upset an
Ruins Chapter 21But she's horrible at her own emotions so you're gonna have to be blunt, you hear me?
I was in between consciousness and unconsciousness I heard a voice, but just as I thought I understood the words, I slipped back into a world of odd shapes and dark colors. When I woke up, I forgot about them. It was not until Keil and I got back to the mercenary headquarters after talking to her former employer (that idiot Marvel) that the words echoed in my head again. I was not even sure they were real. I could have just imagined someone saying that to me. And yet, there was a certain substance to it that outweighed all of the other things I thought I heard.
I was in severe pain. Once we were back, I collapsed on the first chair I could. Of course, sitting made it feel worse, and I wound up stretching out awkwardly on the chair without bending at my hip joint. I looked ridiculous, and probably very pathetic. Keil glanced at me, but decided not to say anything, much to my relief.
"So why do you