It was going to rain, and there was nothing I could do about it. To be sure, I opened the window and stuck my head out and breathed in. The air was humid and dank, the sky dark gray, bugs swooping near the earth. It was going to rain. It no longer became a matter […]
The dusty photographs drift past her outstretched fingertips, like feathers blown by the storm she is. Drifting, drifting, almost weightless—the word is almost—she feels her throat lock in an attempt to calm down. Memories are nothing to be scared of. Remembering is what scared her. She has to—she has a moral duty to go […]
Not sure what it is, but I thought I would show you anyways. It’s darker than almost all of what I write. – – – – – – – – – – Everywhere I go, I see you. It’s never you fully, but it’s the small things—the details that I didn’t notice before. I notice […]
Day 28 of NaNoWriMo: 41785 words. Most Salvageable Sentences: “Because of her, I started to see way raindrops chased each other down window panes and the way old photographs faded. Her laughter was the way I breathed. The way her eyes scanned endless pages of text until the early hours of the morning was more interesting […]
Day 14 of NaNoWriMo: 21836 words. Most Salvageable Sentences: “I almost choked on the marshmallows we were eating. We were going to make smores, but we lacked chocolate and graham crackers after I ate the chocolate last night and Tristan ate the graham crackers a few days ago. We ended up eating plain marshmallows.” Random Note: […]
Day 7 of NaNoWriMo: 11820 words. Most Salvageable Sentences: “That night while Lance and I were in our respective dorm rooms and on the phone, Lance told me that as soon as I left, Tristan asked for my number. ‘I told him to ask you himself,’ Lance said. He waited a second before adding, ‘I did.’ […]
Day 4 of NaNoWriMo: 6746 words. Most Salvageable Sentences: “He had a navy bedspread set with a bright pink pillow. It used to be white but one of his friends put it in with his set of red laundry when Lance asked him to wash it. I always made fun of his pink pillow, but he knew I […]
The twilight sky tired her. God, she just wanted to be rid of it all. That wasn’t too big of a request, was it? She wanted to be rid of this calamity of herself. She traced a stubby, thick-skinned finger across her lip as if in thought. But she was devoid of it—her thoughts were […]
She bit her lip, not because she was shy, but because that was what shy people did. Her character—the painstakingly crafted project that she would live through until the end—smiled reassuringly. “I totally get what you mean,” the project said with a nod and the understanding smile that Gatsby used. The others relaxed. The project […]
“Look at the stars,” he said softly. The words trickled over her the way raindrops chased each other down a window pane. She turned over in the grass, hearing the dry grass crackle under her like fireworks. “Take him and cut him out in little stars, / And he will make the face of heaven […]
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