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Sep 29
Izzy_Giesing's picture

Without a Lens

I sat by the edge of the precipice looking over the vast valley that I call home. The sun was just barely setting, letting a beautiful orange gleam of light scatter along the mountain side. As time passed, the blue sky darkened warning me that I should descend from the mountain soon. Packing the cameras back into the bag, I took one last glance into the distant mountains and there it was, the full moon. I would of never saw it coming, I didn’t realize the full moon was going to be out tonight. I was tempted to grab my camera, but instead I allowed myself to take in the view without a lens in the middle of it.
Sep 29
essay 1 comment challenge: Cellular
jake.dearruda's picture

Cellular


Curious as to where my results would fall, I downloaded the app called Checky on my phone a few days ago and left it running to gather data all day Tuesday. I was surprised to see the final number for phone checks on Tuesday was 48, just slightly above the “average” number. To be honest, I wasn’t sure what to expect going in, but I figured my number might have been lower than the average, instead of higher. Needless to say, I was more than surprised to see a number higher than the benchmark 46. I am not active on mainstream social media, sticking to mainly just surfing the internet and checking email. Lately, I have not been texting as much, either. However, I see that these results may have very well been skewed a little because a friend and I were communicating for a school project, which led me to check my phone more often in the afternoon.
Sep 29
fiction 1 comment challenge: Never
BriggsHeffernan's picture

Pay Attention


“well i never saw it coming, that’s for sure.”

“oh, neither did i, believe me.” he was sitting against the wall, grinning widely. his fingers were twining through his thick, raven hair with an excited energy.

“what were her actual words, though?” she was kneeling in front of him. her brows were knitted in mild consternation and her eyes reflected clear interest. he didnt hear her, too lost in the ecstasy of the last few minutes.

“hey pay attention.” she said and tenderly poked him in the arm. When he looked at her, she knew he wasn't coming out of his daze anytime soon. she stood and swung her bag over her shoulder.

“i hope this makes you happy”
Sep 29
fiction 1 comment challenge: Never
BriggsHeffernan's picture

Pay Attention


“well i never saw it coming, that’s for sure.”

“oh, neither did i, believe me.” he was sitting against the wall, grinning widely. his fingers were twining through his thick, raven hair with an excited energy.

“what were her actual words, though?” she was kneeling in front of him. her brows were knitted in mild consternation and her eyes reflected clear interest. he didnt hear her, too lost in the ecstasy of the last few minutes.

“hey pay attention.” she said and tenderly poked him in the arm. When he looked at her, she knew he wasn't coming out of his daze anytime soon. she stood and swung her bag over her shoulder.

“i hope this makes you happy”
Sep 28
orsmith's picture

Poem Of My Chieldhood


The smell of brunt summer
The sweet sound of laughfter
The feel of cold damp grass
On my feet
The cold water on my
Skin as I swim
Gooey yumy s'mores at camp
The fresh tast of watermelon
Catching fireflies in the night
Falling asleep unde the stars
 
Sep 28

War of Words

A war of words.
The accusations fly,
each trying to stop
the other
and find the place
it hurts the most,
attack the soft spots
to make them fall,
each trying so hard
to beat the other down
at times it seems
they forget what
the real problems are,
in their attacks
about the health
and mental state
of the other
they seem to forget
that there are wars,
real ones
being fought.

A war of words.
A war fought by
adults that seem
like children
telling each other they're
poopy-pants and butheads,
A war of words,
that's all this
election season has been.
Sep 28
MyLife's picture

Human

I have never liked humans
I like the silence of the woods and spend most of my day wandering in the forest
I need to have the feel of fresh air entering my lungs
I love the view of a sunset on the horizon
For these reasons I hate humans
They have taken my world away from me
They have built buildings on my wonders
They have polluted my air
They have filled this world with noise
To me humans are the jailers while I am the prisoner
This world that used to be my home is now my prison
And I will forever be trapped inside it


 
Sep 27

An Artist's Honor

The canvas crooned softly, “come, there is something I must show you”. I could not ignore it, beautifully cast as it was in the morning light shining from my bedroom window. Heartstrings tugged my limbs as if I were a marionette, a puppet to the master that was the pale square before me. While the grain crosshatched just so minute shadows rendered the plane a shade darker from across the room, I could see it was far purer now that I was close enough to feel the coolness of its surface. I heard its whispers once more; it was understandable why Van Gogh might take drastic measures to escape their captivating pull, yet only after years of reveling in the act of obeying them. Perhaps my brush was entranced as well, as my hand rose unbidden to offer color to the canvas, gaining in return an earth-shattering joy that resonated through my bones and turned my skin to gooseflesh. For this was the joy of being an artist; this was the divine honor of giving life to a canvas.
 
Sep 27
fiction 0 comments challenge: Never
Gentchos's picture

Black Lives Matter

Two hands behind my head

Not a single weapon near me except the one you held.

I was being robbed of my sanity

Not only my store, my life, but my sanity

I didn’t move

I dare not move or else I could get shot

I wish I could tell you what happened but I can’t

You’ll shoot

I wish I could tell you how I had a family but

You’ll shoot

I dare not speak a word because

You’ll shoot

I was the manager of a store

I went to college

I married the love of my life

I had beautiful kids

And yet the only thing I could think of was you

I heard another man yelling at my employee

Asking him where security tapes were

I dare not move

You’ll shoot

I heard the rumble of the tapes starting up

The policeman's eyes glued to the tape
Sep 26
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Leaf and Feet

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