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Pingback: https://insach21site.wordpress.com/2017/07/13/from-bumble-to-humble/ From backstage, he can't see them, but he knows there's a crowd from the hushed whispers, an unmistakable sound. He knows his turn will soon come around and Despite his best efforts, none of his confidence has been found. Plagued with crippling doubts and fears, He wonders if anyone will care when… Continue reading The Public Speaker’s Innermost Thoughts
Pingback: https://runvagabound.wordpress.com/2017/05/22/she-sits-poised-at-a-precipice/ The Daily Prompt: precipice She stands alone, Staring at the swelling seas from tired eyes, long void of feeling. She wonders if anyone would notice if she jumped into the cold, dark abyss of water that tempts her so. Every crashing wave taunts her, whispering to her tormented soul...She hears the sea call… Continue reading Into the Abyss
The Daily Post Pingback: https://love-it-now.live/2017/05/06/my-promise/ Sunshine floods her no longer dark room, Promising the hope of a new day and Wiping away the safety of sleep. Fumbling through the fear that every morning delivers, she reaches for the familiar slim bottle at her bedside and Swallows the magic medicine that enables her To… Continue reading Man-Made-Magic
So perfect even the mightiest of men looked up to her, Exquisitely maintained, perfectly poised, and well-mannered it was as if she were a mythological goddess, sent here to merely remind us of our inferiority. She floated through rooms with an elegance that left all in awe without ever saying a word. Skeletons lurked in… Continue reading Escaping the Darkness
https://wordpress.com/post/perfectlyimperfect32com.blog/3928 It seems my memory fails me, Filling both my head and my heart with only the passion and heat that was Us. How quickly I would return to you, reuniting Us to our former glory should I know those times were guaranteed to outweigh the dark times that my mind occasionally allows to seep… Continue reading Clouded Memories
So busy with her everyday, she'd get to it later, It was just a phone call; not that big of a deal, She told herself. So she went about her day: Working Carpooling Cleaning Cooking Helping with Homework and Going through the ritualistic bedtime routine. When she finally sat down to make the call she… Continue reading How Late is Too Late?
Walking across the stage receiving her diploma was one of the proudest moments of her life, and one of the most terrifying. She couldn't believe she was the first one in her family to graduate from college but she still had no idea what she was going to do about her situation. If her father… Continue reading The Cost of Perfection
Try as he might he couldn't hide it. No matter how clean the house, how neatly the laundry was folded, or how perfectly he was dressed, Everyone knew. Everyday he swore he'd do better. He'd have dinner on the table promptly on the table at six, with dessert to follow at seven sharp. When The… Continue reading Invisible
Pingback: https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/meaningless/ Tearfully watching the old VHS she couldn't bring herself to believe what she knew was true. So full of smiling faces, boisterous laughter, tearful toasts, and well wishes she tortured herself wondering What What Wrong? Was she not enough? Had she let herself… Continue reading When Nothing is Enough
This piece is part of "SoCS" Pingback: https://joannesilvia.com/2017/03/11/short-years-call-for-rain-dancing/ Four consecutive nights have passed and she's still without sleep. In a sleepy haze she manages to nurse the baby, change him, and rock him back to sleep, Only to repeat the same exact cycle a mere two hours later. Day and Night, Night and Day, all… Continue reading The Forgotten Sleepless Nights
