French Kissing While We Topple Towers_Finally A Purpose_Dear Sweet Deirdre_Isolated
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French Kissing While We Topple Towers
When they’d settled in the valley, talk circulated the town like wildfire. There were words everywhere. People stuck signs outside their tents, indicating who lived there. Vendors set up stalls, hanging banners with words that advertised their wares. She could tell her brothers to go to the Southeast marketplace, to the elderly vendor with a face like a boulder, and ask for the moss colored fabric with sunset stitching. When her mother tapped her on the shoulder and asked her to taste the rice, she had words for what it lacked. The boy she loved had words for her, too. Soft words, sighed into...
Finally A Purpose
(Trigger www.onedoor.ccwarning: physical violence) Parker stared at her bedroom, disgusted. A makeshift art studio sat in the back left corner, consisting of sketch paper, pencils, markers, pens, and an overflowing trash can full of disappointing sketches. Various musical instruments sat against the back wall next to the studio, ranging from a flute to a trombone, and it had been weeks since any of them had been played. She cringed at the thought of playing them again, the off-key notes screaming in her ears. To her right, a yoga mat lay on the floor. That was something she wasn’t good at either. She just c...
Dear Sweet Deirdre
I remember the first time I entered this place, A Museum of Lesser Known Art they called it. I was not the curator of this place but I'm certain at least that I know just as much as she does about the art here. When I first started coming I was an eager film student. I loved all things visual art and I prided myself in being decent at quite a lot of different styles and techniques. I was in school for directing, I loved being able to manipulate the lighting and the tone of the piece I was working on. The control I had over how people felt during a scene was addicting and I forever wanted to di...
Isolated
It was raining outside; I came back from a sleepover. My mother was doing her nails while my father was looking at the football match. It was such a beautiful evening until the breaking news started... “Today, all the presidents on the Planted had a meeting, that will decide the future for all the people except for them. This project will be put into practice on Friday. This is all we have for now! This was Mirnada Vurella!” I thought it was weird. After my family and I heard that, we switched channels. All the programs that had news were gone, all of them! We went to our neighbors and asked t...