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In Limbo ~ 50 Word Story

23 Thursday Mar 2017

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I died last night. Much like the wilted petals of an old bouquet of roses, I crumbled. My spirit lingered, then disappeared into the mist, and scattered my soul. Floating in limbo, I reached out, seeking those I remembered, and found myself lost, with those I had long since forgotten.

 

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What is that Noise? ~ #shortstory

05 Sunday Mar 2017

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The sound, thunderous, like a storm unbridled. I held my head in my hands to stop the pain. It didn’t work, as the harder I pressed my fingers to my temples, the stronger the pounding became. I tried burying myself under a pillow, perhaps it would muffle the noise. I tried a different room. The sound dissipated, but only slightly, becoming a rather obnoxious thud, a cacophony of war drums, incessant and ceaseless. I dared to release my hands from my head and journey back into the other room, hoping the echoing had subsided and I could return to the peaceful silence I had before, but alas, there it was. That irritating rhythm, that knocking, that, now, what the ….? Who’s yelling?? Who’s yelling?!!

 

Hello!! Anyone home? Pizza delivery!

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In Public ~ #shortstory #creativewriting

12 Thursday Jan 2017

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“It’ll be easy, you’re such a natural!”

Then why was it I stood, in front of a crowd of people I had known for so long and I froze. Yep, frozen solid. No eye contact, not even a blink. I was locked in total paranoia, not able to unbolt the latch that held me rigid on the stage. I felt numb, like my body had been taken over by a tub full of gelatin, only I wasn’t jiggling. I was a mere block of ice. Trying to control the fear, I slowly began to breathe, feeling myself thawing, breaking through the facade, and finally, speaking. But when I looked up, the room was nothing but a vapor. Apparently, while inhaling and exhaling, I had blown the cold out of my body, into a heated room and created a steam bath….I would never speak again.

 

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