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Sarah G. wrote about the word funeral 1 year, 11 months ago
I’ve never been to a funeral. I don’t think I want to. I have avoided at least three. Sometimes, I imagine mine. I don’t like the idea at all. The mourning. Yes, it’s nice that people will miss me. But I’m quite certain becoming part of something else isn’t that terrible. Immortality would become such [...]
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Sarah G. posted an update: 1 year, 12 months ago
Sometimes I make myself a fool.
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Sarah G. wrote about the word torch 1 year, 12 months ago
Miran’s fingers curled around the torch. Shaking a little, she peered around the corner and pressed the switch. She yelped. Upon realizing it was only a spider web and the crisscross shadows meant no harm, she giggled to herself and trudged down the hall more confidentley. The creeking of the floor sent her heart racing [...]
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Sarah G. wrote about the word thief 2 years ago
“Once in the night, I stole dreams and wove into them the makings of my own mind. Then, I returned all these images, sounds, and feelings to you. In your quietest moments, I echo in your mind. I possess your hidden spaces,” he admitted it gravely over a cup of coffee, his lips creased into [...]
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Sarah G. wrote about the word wrath 2 years ago
I am the fury. My wrath rips through diamond and steel. My teeth are golden and sharp. The tips ooze poison. My nails are slivers of glass. Tempt me. I dare you.
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Thank you, I’m flattered. =)
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Sarah G. wrote about the word domestic 2 years ago
Don’t you dare attach that word to me. Domestic. It would be laughable to say the least. It does not apply to a young lady that tromps through the woods in Jane Austen boots, climbs trees, walks through suburbs in the early AM’s, and explores places just for the hell of it. Domestic is a [...]
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Sarah G. posted an update: 2 years ago
It’s the beginning of a beautiful summer.
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Sarah G. wrote about the word tempted 2 years ago
I am always tempted to write for another word. I am tempted to let someone I don’t know hear it. Read it, rather. Even though I have plenty of souls in my everyday life that already hear me. I’m just saying hello. I am always, always, always tempted to say hello. Today, I wonder why [...]
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Sarah G. posted an update: 2 years ago
I missed two really good words. Vodka and forgotten. So I intend to write about both here.
Vodka:
My drink. That night at Horseshoe Canyon lives in my memory as vividly as the full moon with the ring around it before the rain that night. I felt the earth moving, not realizing I had that many shots. ”I want to show you something,” he said, trying to lead me down below the bridge. But I only made it so far before falling and staring up at that moon.
Forgotten:
I’ve forgotten what it was like to be four, to be eight, to be twelve, to be sixteen. All those years blur together and create me. But yes, I’ve forgotten. I’ve forgotten what it was like to be me in those years. I’m too absorbed with what I am now. What I haven’t forgotten is what those years taught me. I will never forget what I learn.
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Sarah G. wrote about the word curious 2 years ago
Curious, the fire made the knot on the log appear as lips. The painting came to life, moving the way I’m sure the artist intended. The trees reached over the streets, shadowy like in storybooks about little girls getting lost in the woods. The deer drifted away. I saw every movement of their muscles, their [...]
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sabrina wrote about the word forgotten 2 years ago
They were a small people, not noticed even when they lived. Small. Quiet. No one ever took a double glance. But together they stand, forgotten, in the midst of the world. Strong, Like ghosts of giants.
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Sarah G. wrote about the word wasteland 2 years ago
Mountains of bent metal, shattered glass, splintered boxes, sofas, car parts, windows, doors, everything that society rejected. It all built up. The sun over the wastelands was lifeless and glaring. I squinted as I begin the ascent up the tallest mass of trash, and I caught a glimpse of the king at the top, his [...]
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Excellent! Especially the first sentence, the little bits and pieces.
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sabrina posted an update: 2 years ago
Hello :D
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sabrina wrote about the word wasteland 2 years ago
As she stood on the small crest of the hill, the scene unfolded itself before her eyes: long, endless stretches of burned houses and charcoaled ground, scorched telephone poles rising from the debris like broken, jagged arms.
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Sarah G. wrote about the word glowing 2 years ago
Everything had a new glow to it. The world released everything in light. I could see through her skin. I could see her muscles etched along the contours of her bones. I could see her bones, bright and vibrant, through her skin. Dust rose in sparks around our feet as we followed the underground river, [...]
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Sarah G. posted an update: 2 years ago
The best advice I ever received in regard to dealing with unpleasant people: just remember, you aren’t married to them.
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Sarah G. wrote about the word bones 2 years ago
The bones once moved. The bones once were part of a whole. The muscles attached… here, where there are crests. Most people don’t know that. Bones aren’t smooth. They rise and fall where muscles attach. The bones are a part of you, a part of me. They turn to dust and replenish the supply.
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Sarah G. wrote about the word crew 2 years ago
The crew. We call ourselves the crew. Perhaps, the word is boisterous enough to describe us. Gang is too violent. Group is too formal. The crew fits. We gather at hookah lounges, wander the downtown streets, play tag if it catches our fancy, and eat. Any friends will eat, but the crew makes a feast [...]
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Sarah G. posted an update: 2 years ago
Monday. And… go.
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