I didn't have thoughts on the color(Although I'd love to make the designers of the horrible onesies see red, but I still wrote about Pink. 100 words, exactly. Her voice, wounded yet resilient, asked us “Who Knew?” from the stereo it had taken us three months to put together. Once again, I knew whatever I knew from observing other people’s pain. It wasn’t quite that I wanted some for myself, exactly, some radioactive time or date to tread carefully around, some name that was often on my mind but almost never on my lips. Just, at some point, it should be time, shouldn’t it? Time to leave the emotional kiddie pool of imagining lives with people who only recently learned I existed. Whoever knew, it wasn’t me.
Damn it! You know what? I'm sick of this crap. I'm sick of being the guy who eats insects and gets the funny syphilis. As of this moment, it's over. I'm finished being everybody's butt monkey!
Xander ,'Lessons'
The Great Write Way, Act Three: Where's the gun?
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erikaj - May 01, 2015 9:23:51 am PDT #6244 of 6687
Always Anti-fascist!
-t - May 01, 2015 9:32:55 am PDT #6245 of 6687
I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration
Mmm, good one.
Zenkitty - May 01, 2015 11:03:55 am PDT #6246 of 6687
Every now and then, I think I might actually be a little odd.
Good one, erika.
SailAweigh - May 01, 2015 11:11:32 am PDT #6247 of 6687
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb
Very nice way to work Pink into it, erika. Suits the mood of the piece completely.
Amy - May 01, 2015 11:49:41 am PDT #6248 of 6687
Because books.
Seriously. That was awesome. (Also, I love that song.)
erikaj - May 01, 2015 7:43:45 pm PDT #6249 of 6687
Always Anti-fascist!
Me too. My mother relates to it more because she thought she'd found a husband to be her best friend, but then he cracked up and stuff and we found out that some of those late nights weren't about work.(And then, of course, you can never be sure how many, right?)
Amy - May 05, 2015 4:25:06 pm PDT #6250 of 6687
Because books.
I did it again. Sorry.
This week's prompt is late.
Strix - May 08, 2015 4:49:32 am PDT #6251 of 6687
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger
I live my life late.
I'm punctual; it's just that --
my mind lives in night.
erikaj - May 08, 2015 10:16:14 am PDT #6252 of 6687
Always Anti-fascist!
Even though I’m not that old, there are already things it’s too late for.Some are ridiculous, like teen stardom, some are heartwarming/corny, like marrying my childhood sweetheart(although I started late to even have one) At least, I can’t ever be on “Teen Mom”, there are things to be said for late blooming. I try to focus on the present moment, although sometimes it makes me feel like an older woman wearing a younger woman’s mental clothes.I tell myself I won’t miss my chance again, but will I know it when I see it? I hope so.
EpicTangent - May 08, 2015 1:16:50 pm PDT #6253 of 6687
Why isn't everyone pelting me with JOY, dammit? - Zenkitty
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Erika - very poignant and hopeful and...familiar.
Strix, yours is familiar in a very different way.
Anyway, well done ladies!
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