Weekly Challenges
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Suddenly a little boy rushes past you on the street in pursuit of a leaf blown in the wind. There is an air of desperation in his gait, in his breath: He must catch it at all costs. What is his story? ["Drawing Practice" by Lulu_D, YWP]
The leaves have fallen.
They are changing.
It's almost that time of year again.
Over there, a little boy
sits alone,
Today I chased a leaf.
I feel as though I'm always chasing things in my life,
That I want to stay.
Day and night he awaits his moment,
never applauded, never appreciated,
never in the spotlight.
He longs for a time
when he is recognized for his mind,
The little leaf bounces in front of me
Taunting me
With its little golden amber color
Leading me
Somewhere
Far away
Like an escape
Like magic
For a while it's just me
And the leaf
I chase
And chase
And chase
8/15/1774
Monday
Dear Diary,
Today was strange. I met a man riding a mule. He was a queer looking sorta man, all sticks and bones and hair. He even had an eye-patch!