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riding the wave of a tilde by camelopardalisinblue, literature
riding the wave of a tilde
English was my strength, not yours-- you fumbled your clauses and paused, pen poised, ink drippings flowing instead of words floundering on the sea of white and I would dive in, toss apostrophes like flotation aids, pull sentences (their syllables and structures gasping for breath) into line between the flags. I was always the one who crafted prose into snorkels and air tanks, while you provided me the raw materials, you were the hull; you were *my* hull, but where I thought you held equations and answers-- a surfboard, an ocean buoy balanced on the palm of your outstretched hand-- there was only an emptiness, swelling, and the rip that tugged you, silently tumbled you over, and back again under, tossed you deeper and further than my small love could carry. I never could swim, but vocabulary and punctuation wove me a raft. Now, like a slack-jawed fish, riding the wave of a tilde, I gape, mute; in the pages of your story, I am torn away, an afterword, an unnecessary post-script
A Tall and Small Collection |Soren| Fierce Feline by narrans7thending, literature
A Tall and Small Collection |Soren| Fierce Feline
It was painstaking, but Soren was beginning to feel more secure about his family’s living quarters. He had moved them further into the barren halls between the walls past the rooms that smelled of litter and mothballs, but not as far as the human home he borrowed from. It made him uneasy to live so close to humans who he knew were going to be present. Even if it was a little colder, the halls of the empty rooms were far safer for his two younger brothers to speak freely. He had also managed to secure three days’ worth of food from picking up scraps of bread and a box of slightly stale raisins from behind one of the cabinets. It also kept Brady busy. He was so paranoid that the cat would find its way into the passages between the walls that he spent most of his time guarding Soren’s brothers. This left all of the borrowing to Soren; and he was relieved that was the case. Brady’s incompetence had already forced one move, and he didn’t want another blunder so close to winter. It also
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