Breathe. Just breathe. One more push and it's done. I just have to breathe. One more.
I mumbled the words breathlessly, over and over in my head. I just had to get through today. The end of the shift, I was nearly there. Just a few more coffee demanding pricks and I was going to be home free.
"Hello there! What can I get for you today?" I plastered on my customer service smile and stared at an empty spot directly over the woman's left shoulder. Her hair interfered slightly, it was red, frayed, and puffed out like she was some sort of wild 80's hipster who didn't care if hair spray depleted the o-zone, she was going to have hair three times
We tramped though the woods, wielding sticks as multipurpose swords and shields, slashing away frail spider webs and giving any tree within range a thwack for good measure. It was an ownerless property, fenced in on all sides and abandoned. We had already claimed it as our own personal kingdom, named it too. Chashtal, or Ashlistsey; some complicated meshing together of my friends names that I had already forgotten. It didn't really matter what it was called, it was ours.
At the end of the day, we hopped back over the fence, reluctant to go, and crossed the backyard of some stranger for the umpteenth time.
"Hey!" A loud and terribl
We tramped though the woods, wielding sticks as multipurpose swords and shields, slashing away frail spider webs and giving any tree within range a thwack for good measure. It was an ownerless property, fenced in on all sides and abandoned. We had already claimed it as our own personal kingdom, named it too. Chashtal, or Ashlistsey; some complicated meshing together of my friends names that I had already forgotten. It didn't really matter what it was called, it was ours.
At the end of the day, we hopped back over the fence, reluctant to go, and crossed the backyard of some stranger for the umpteenth time.
"Hey!" A loud and terribl
I.
You're screaming.
At least, you'd wish you could have, had it not been for the incessant boil of lights too close to your face, had it not been for the millions of people who would later be scrutinizing you.
The sun illuminates your face, golden rays contrast against the silver-gray like a halo, and you're the unlikely hero.
The unspeakable tragedies pound against your innocent conscience. If thousands had to die, if hundreds of thousands had to die, why couldn't these strangers be spared? You linger on the hope that amidst the chaos, two little shadows straggle along somewhere, lost but still alive. As if "missing" brought back breath
My writing account. I feel it's just a little weird to pop literature into an account that I've been using for photography. No matter how feeble that attempt may be.
So yeah.
That's all I had.
Hey, this is just ~dont-eat-thecactus (https://www.deviantart.com/dont-eat-thecactus) dont-eat-thecactus (https://www.deviantart.com/dont-eat-thecactus) making a new account. Consolidating all the user names I have to use for various things :D
I'll slowly move things over here, and just add some of my crap that's still hiding on my computer. Gah my organizing is such crap.
hey thanks for the comment.. u write pretty well.. may b u can write something for my deviation
f a r - a w a y
n i ll add ur poem in the description... wid a link to ur page!! what say??
TC!