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Six Word Story for RDP: Collection
Category: Word Prompt
2018 Round Up
I wanted to do a series of 2018 round up posts …
But I got sick instead.
With life not slowing down until after the new year (my daughter’s birthday is this weekend too!) I figured I should write something before Dec 30 next year.
This year I made the choice to stop focusing on hitting the publish button every day, whether the piece was good, bad, complete … whatever, and put more focus on participating in the community and the quality of what I was writing here.
That has helped me so much. I’ve gotten a ton of feedback from fellow writers which has helped me improve and become more confident. I appreciate every bit of it!
Without further ado … I’m linking the top 5 most viewed posts from 2018
#5 Counting Lighters
#4 was a tie: Perfect Moon and Wild Mess
#3 Biblical
#2 Dead Leg
And #1, which surprised me: Jailbait
I hope everyone has a great New Years!
Merry Christmas/Happy Holidays!
First, I want to check in on readers from Indonesia or with family/friends in Indonesia. Is everybody ok?
Second, it’s Christmas Eve! Merry Christmas/Happy Holidays! I hope everyone has been enjoying the holiday season.
I’ve taken a longer break than I meant to but I’ve been working on my thesis which has taken over my mind for a bit.
Of Dreams
The sight of him sends heat pulsing through my veins. My skin grows warm. Sheer will pushes me forward. What’s worse, my throat dries and heart hammers, I can feel his energy fixating on me. There’s a thousand women in this room; a thousand men too. He’s misdirected. He’s confused. Why would anyone pursue?
Doesn’t he see? People like me … We exist in the shadow. There for your amusement, or bemusement, but never serious inquiry. We slip in the cracks, stay behind a crowd’s back. His aim’s amiss. That must be it.
He must know I’m just a play thing, just the monster free of chains.
Ragtag Daily Prompt – Dream
I haven’t done this prompt in a while but I’m trying to get back to writing regularly and want to incorporate it.
It Beats In Perfect Time (Repost)
Your soul is a percussive instrument, beating and vibrating, keeping time with the wants and needs bouncing through your mind. You’re projecting, sending pulsing signals out into the world with every move you make, vibrations in colored solar flares to tell every soul what you seek, what they can help you find. We constantly meet and crash, impressing on one another the desires of each other. When my soul met yours it beat so perfectly in tune, moving in beat exactly with mine, complementing every move we made. There was no moment, no hesitation, only total realization. You were part of me and I was part of you, there’s never been another way it could be. Your soul is a percussive instrument and it beats in perfect time with mine.
This was posted in Nov 2017, just over a year ago. It’s not perfect but I’ve always liked it. The prompt of the day was percussive (I think).
136 Untitled Drafts
Depression is 136 untitled drafts
Neatly ordered by cut and depth
Catalogued by tears spread
And self destroying claims
It’s reflections
No longer resembling the party
And freezing floors
Under burning drunken skin
It’s purposely destroyed
Dreams, papers, applications
In the kitchen bin as you look on
And bloodshot scared animal eyes
It’s imploding
Pressured into ash
While never sleeping or even stopping
Because rules are always changing
It’s 136 pieces
Of torn papier-mâché soul
Too stupid, too sad, too bad
Scattered over cold tile floors
Never
There’s no telling what you saw
When I woke you up that day.
You whispered about an angel.
It couldn’t have been me,
I would never let myself believe …
