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10: Elle's RevengeElle ripped her arm free of the large sailor's grip as he hauled her up from the ladder and onto the deck. She nearly fell to the floor, feeling so detached and disoriented from the horror she had just witnessed that her whole body was numb.10: Elle's Revenge2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Mias is dead.
She felt a sharp twisting in her chest at the very thought, and she wanted nothing more than to crumple to the floor and cry. She looked towards the island, only able to see the outline of the cliffs and the glimmer of waves as they drifted onto the shore. Elle wanted to hurl herself over the side of the ship, to swim back to Mias and hold him in her arms one last time. But she knew there
you have a heavy heartAre we still on the two sisters idea?you have a heavy heart8 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
No.
Okay. What else you got?
Maybe nothing.
You have something, what is it?
I've never written an argument. I've got nothing.
You've had one though. You have you and your experiences and everything that defines you and its okay.
I know. I'm scared.
Does this help? Imagining someone to talk to?
You seem real.
...
And you're not there anymore. Okay. I can do this. Write for someone who looks down on everything I like. Write for someone who looks down on me.
Shall we go over the rules?
Don't write clichéd phrases.
Do you know what that entails?
No. I don't really like how writing has rule
9: Elias' RevengeElle stumbled forward onto the beach on hands and knees, just as a wave crashed against her. She fell forward onto her stomach, gasping for air as she tried to catch her breath. Her muscles screamed, her shoulders and arms trembling uncontrollably from the excruciating swim. Her legs cramped, needles of pain crawling over her calves when she tried to stretch her legs. But she had made it, she was alive.9: Elias' Revenge2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
She rolled onto her back with a groan, her whole body protesting. Staring up at the starry sky, Elle pushed the damp hair that clung to her cheeks out of her face, bringing herself up onto her elbows. She looked out at the water which shimmer
AtAInterview transcriptAtAInterview transcript8 months ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
8/27/12
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conservaCuando sostienes mi mano, sostienes también mi vida.conserva8 months ago in Emotional More Like This
9.25.129.25.128 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
my stomach is a hollow pit
my bones scrape against each other, fighting for space
my blood, hot-cold, stumbles through my arteries, tired of its endless duty
teeth to gums, hard to soft
have been gritted together so hard
my body, rough skin over a soft petal of fat
these sandpaper eyes
cannot cry
with my swamp throat
i swallow rocks and polluted air
to work their way through the tired blood
the shriveled esophagus
to my cavern stomach
is this my existence
plastic bag muscles
butterfly teeth
unwanted piece of hair, like a blessing
too short, it falls in my sandpaper eye
soon its dead cells will grow too sick of the scalp it
tuCuando tomas mi mano,tu8 months ago in Emotional More Like This
la forma en que juegas con ella.
Cuando me molestas y te diviertes,
esa sonrisa.
Cuando te sorprendo mirándome.
La manera en que me quitas el cabello del rostro
y lo acomodas detrás de mi oreja.
El modo en que besas mi mejilla.
Cuando me dices "te quiero".
Cuando recargas tu cabeza en mi hombro.
Cuando me abrazas.
Cuando te observo.
Me encanta la forma en que todo eso me hace sentir.
Sta.sh
