True to form: received another rejection today.
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True to form: received another rejection today.
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Immobile, the fear diffused to every part of his body. He was stuck, unable to move and powerless to free himself. The system, it acted like a net of rules, regulations, and laws that trapped him there, offering no escape.
This was not the future he had wished.
This was America.
Thousands chanted "Save Democracy" and "Oppose Nazis" #3E
Thousands chanted "Save Democracy" and "Oppose Nazis" #3E
The skin on my arm goose-pimpled, each hair rising to escape the scene around me. It nagged at me. The friends & family laughing around the table, glasses clinking, delicious aromas wafting. A creak, barely audible below the room's din. My eyes dilated & shouting, I lunged forward.
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Euphoric sound waves & crowd vibes washed over me, drowning my sadness with every hammer beat of the bass. Steadily, my heart lightened & my spirits lifted. I could do this. We could survive this. If we could harvest the collective power, we could fix the world with love & music.
What are you all drinking and writing this weekend?
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What are you all drinking and writing this weekend?
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"What's that?"
"Oh, don't worry none."
We moved quietly through the night, afraid to bring forest brigands upon us. Then it echoed around us. I jumped.
"That's just the merry band of outlaws. They sing nightly in caves for an added effect."
"Well, those harmonies are just criminal."
We sat huddled willing the heater to give more warmth. Layers upon layers, we wore, hoping the insulation would help. We had done everything the landlord had asked:
corn-yellow hair, cow as white as milk, bloodred cape, & a golden slipper. What else did the witch want?
Laughter and chatter floated to the top of the stairwell, whispers of wishes and desires from the teenagers far below. Drinks and music had been left behind for the quiet of the roof overlooking the city.
"The view here is beautiful," she said.
A sweet kiss, her answer.