Tag: creative writing
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A Fuller Story
Many people read onlythe words in a book. I like to also read the spacethat lives between. Doing so creates a fuller story,making it my own. Allowing me to authornot only all I write,but also all I read. Traveling a unique pathword-by-word, space-by-spacetoward my destiny. -akw- ___©2023 Angel K WillBlog Photo by Pixabay from Pexels…
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That’s Alright
it’ll be uglyit’ll be messy and that’s alright for darkness is most heavyjust before light pierces dayand when light’s powerful forcedoes penetrate the conscious mind the hidden recesses can hide no morein the light of truth, illumination prevails hell is overcome; all has been vanquished look toward the lighttrust the sun shines bright a new day has begun -akw-…
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Christmas Morning Memories
~ a vignette ~ December 1987 I sat on the cream-colored sofa and slowly slid my 8-year old body to the edge. Tchaikovsky’s Nutcracker Suite played in the background as the crackling fire masked the sound of my internal excitement. It was an ice-covered, Oklahoma Christmas morning, and we had opened all the usual presents.…
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A Cherished Rose
~ a vignette ~ I stepped inside the solitary room and observed her from a distance. It was just the two of us. Her make-up done the way she always wore it. Her short, soft curls cemented by Rave aerosol hairspray. I walked over with her perfume bottle and spritzed it across her neck. Wafting…
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Convos in the Time of Corona
~ a vignette ~ “How ya doing, Franz?” He stared back at me in silence. “I said how are you doing?” I shook my head and made my way to the kitchen. Opening the fridge, I pulled out spaghetti, shoveled it onto a plate and placed it in the microwave. He doesn’t even have the…
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Don’t run
~ a vignette ~ I backed away, slowly inching toward the river. My breathe calm and steady even as my heart raced. Thump-thump-thump; thump-thump-thump; thump-thump-thump. Doing my best to avoid direct eye contact, I froze when I heard the crackle of the branch under my foot. Time stood still for a fraction of a second…
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Pre-Scene to “Hills Like White Elephants”
The girl leaned into his back, her arms wrapped around his waist as the American slowed the motorcycle to a purr. On the southernmost tip of Gibraltar, the Europa Point Lighthouse stood in the distance, casting a light as if to direct all who needed its guidance. He turned the key, pulling it from the…
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Bedazzled
~ a vignette ~ She stumbles toward me on the F-train. Her thin earlobes pulling toward her shoulders by the weight of the iridescent, glitter-sparkling, crescent-shaped moon earrings matching the bedazzled moon charms pasted on her two-inch, rainbow-painted fingernails. A cubic zirconia encrusted tiara shifting toward her gold-speckled eyes as she breathlessly plops into the…
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My love life is suffering
~ a vignette ~ Head buried in The New Yorker is not the norm for my morning commute on the Q, but I recently subscribed and am quite enjoying my quiet time with the articles each morning. It seems more productive than staring at random people as I internally bee-bop to the Broadway tunes in…
Angel K Will 