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Just Me

The Prompt

35-year-old female. Married for 16 years. Mother of one daughter. Has 2 brothers and 2 sisters. Built like a dwarf. Short and broad for a woman. Crazy colored hair and usually a little mussed, even after being combed. Blue eyes, green or perhaps hazel. Depends on who you ask. Crooked grin. Practical clothing. Always pockets and fabrics that can be easily washed. Comfortable shoes. Always talking, even when there is no one there to listen. Out going. Loves being around people, but not in crowds. Likes that one to one time rather than being in a busy and noisy room. Wants to talk about the books you read, what you thought of the last movie you Continue reading “Just Me”

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Seeing Suffering

The Exercise

The firelight flickered in the darkness, casting shadows on the faces of those who huddled around it for warmth. Looking at those faces, she knew that it was not just the firelight that was casting the shadows. Wiggling her toes into the sand, she tried to push away all the things that had made them come here in the shadows folded by the mages who had huddled around them to cast their complex spells. The hurt Continue reading “Seeing Suffering”

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Hate

The Exercise

             The first time I heard Hate Me, I was in that old piece of shit that Fred let me drive. I’d never heard Blue October before. That first time was a punch in my chest and I had to pull over. Clutching at the steering wheel and breathing deeply, I tried not to cry. That song was my story and I was pretty sure that I’d never given anyone permission to sing about it. Continue reading “Hate”

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The First Line

The Exercise

  1. There is something that you need to understand: I am not the person you think I am.
  2. Just on the edge of vision; it twinkled and glimmered, promising something beyond this darkness.
  3. Looking down at the blood on her hands, she tried to convince herself that she’d done everything right.
  4. “I’m sorry doesn’t cut it anymore,” she whispered as she turned her back to him.
  5. The chair stood empty in the corner, covered in dust and reminding her of him just the same.
  6. Dipak squeezed his eyes shut and sparks shot out in trailing red lines.
  7. There were so many candles lit around her that she could feel the heat of their flickering flames.
  8. Rain poured down and he imagined that it washed away his sin.
  9. “Why now?” she asked, cocking her hip to one side and planting a fist on her waist.
  10. Staring at the blank sheet of paper, she tried to comfort herself with the fact that not having ten first lines wasn’t the worst thing that could happen to her.