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WearyWater commented on the post, lullaby 9 hours, 3 minutes ago

I let lapping waters be my lullaby.

WearyWater commented on the post, signed 1 day, 8 hours ago

He signed the contract with a swooping stroke of his pen.
“There,” he spat, angry furrow deepening between his brows. “Are you happy now?”

WearyWater commented on the post, airstream 2 days, 7 hours ago

The earth cracked beneath our feet, emitting a thin, powerful airstream hot enough to scald our skin.

WearyWater commented on the post, manhattan 3 days, 8 hours ago

I was lost on the winding intestinal tract of the the streets of Manhattan, wandering aimlessly for most of the night.

WearyWater commented on the post, rocker 4 days, 9 hours ago

The room was in pieces. The mantle was hanging by a few splinters of wood and the contents of every drawer were scattered across the floor. A stack of muddied, crumpled papers lay haphazardly on top of the upended rocker.
She had come in behind me. “My god, what happened in here?” She saw the papers and gave a piercing shriek. “My sketches!”

WearyWater commented on the post, taboo 5 days, 9 hours ago

I didn’t want to dwell on it any longer than I had to. Without thinking of the long-term repercussions for breaking the taboo, I tore off my shoes and socks and waded knee-high into the swirling water.

WearyWater commented on the post, taboo 6 days, 9 hours ago

I knew that it was some sort of strange, incomprehensible cultural taboo, but I couldn’t stop myself. I kissed her. It was short and sharp, but we both knew that it had happened. Just as quickly, she shoved me away.
Her eyes were dark and fearful. “What have you done?”

WearyWater commented on the post, auburn 1 week ago

In her hurry to leave, her shoulder collided with a thin, angular auburn haired boy. He whipped around faster than she thought was possible.
“Watch it,” he snarled. His eyebrows cast deep shadows over his eyes, which were more of an unsettling yellow than hazel.

WearyWater commented on the post, celestial 1 week, 1 day ago

Sometimes I wish I had blue eyes.
Or green, or hazel, or black, or anything else. Every other option is more interesting than brown.
But blue is magnificent, mystical… The color of incredibly hot flames, of celestial, star-studded canopies of night, or the rumbling wash of the ocean.
It all comes back to genetics, I suppose.
Like so many others, I’ve gotten the short end of the stick.

WearyWater commented on the post, loom 1 week, 2 days ago

Her fingers picked threads numbly. There was hardly any light left now, just strange, slanted rays of dirty purple dusk leaking in through the barred windows in stripes. The sun would set completely soon. The loom creaked as she wove the threads faster, not noticing the slices in her fingertips from the tightening strings.

She wouldn’t be able to finish before nightfall.

WearyWater commented on the post, soap 1 week, 3 days ago

There wasn’t any soap in the shower, so I merely washed myself with the putrid lavender shampoo. The picture on the front featured a woman running through a waist-deep field of the purple flowers, arms flung out and carefree. I took a sniff of the contents, and immediately my eyes began to itch. It had most definitely been abandoned in there for a reason.

WearyWater commented on the post, simplify 1 week, 4 days ago

“Wait. Stop.” She held out an aggressive hand to me, brows furrowed. “Simplify. What were you doing there?”

“Well,” I manage, tasting blood. “You could say that I had a few debts I needed to repay…”

WearyWater commented on the post, beer 1 week, 5 days ago

That summer was synonymous with sour beer and the ashy remains of cigarettes. It was my first summer as an adult, and I hardly knew how to handle myself.

WearyWater commented on the post, stories 1 week, 6 days ago

I let his stories whisper me to sleep under dark skies starred with city lights.

WearyWater commented on the post, burning 2 weeks ago

The tears traced burning paths from his eyes–strange, scalding fluid that he had never experienced before. He tentatively named the emotion he was experiencing ‘sorrow’.

WearyWater commented on the post, credibility 2 weeks, 1 day ago

“Give me some credibility here, sweetheart,” he tells me, all perfectly coiffed hair and cocky smirks. “It’s not like I’ve never broken into a bank before.”

WearyWater commented on the post, rating 2 weeks, 2 days ago

There are days when all he can think about are the confines of his house. Like it’s an aquarium, and he is just a dead fish, floating insignificant and belly-up at the top of the murky water. His parents are on the outside, a distorted babble of angry voices and loud, urgent thumps–the sound of eager fingers on a tank.

He’s tired. If he could, he’d lay all day long on his bed. He’d drown in the sheets and never have to worry about coming up for air again. He’s tired of having to hide when they fight. He’s tired of all the fighting and paperwork, the choice of whom he’d rather have as parent. He’d like to launch his bed out to sea and simply drift away into peaceful oblivion.

WearyWater commented on the post, timeline 2 weeks, 3 days ago

His life stretched out before him like some mysterious timeline of failures, a collection of flaws and embarrassments that he had accumulated over the past painful twenty years.

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