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The sounds of home. . . oh the memories they bring to mind. Some are full of joy, of laughter, of stories about the good times. Others are annoying - the crying of a newborn baby, the neighbors upstairs partying late into the night, the smoke detector alerting me to my burnt cake. And, of course, some are sad, like when my mother came crying to me about my father's diagnosis, or when a phone call brought the end of a relationship.
But all are the sounds of home, and it would not be home without them.
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That was for prompt 345 of
all_unwritten, "sounds of home."
and this next one, posted one day late >_< is for prompt 344, "mental illness."
This is the picture that inspired my response, which belongs to lastscionz of deviantART (http://lastscionz.deviantart.com/art/the-Call-of-a-Hero-95321009)
Her first thought was of how cute the little frog was, sitting on his mound by the pond. Her second thought questioned if she had acquired a mental illness recently as the frog began to speak to her while waving a tiny sword.
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Nice and short :) haha
And now it's time to catch up on my paper journal but I really don't feel like it >.< I just moved into my dorm and there's still a lot of stuff to be done . . .
But all are the sounds of home, and it would not be home without them.
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That was for prompt 345 of
all_unwritten, "sounds of home."
and this next one, posted one day late >_< is for prompt 344, "mental illness."
This is the picture that inspired my response, which belongs to lastscionz of deviantART (http://lastscionz.deviantart.com/art/the-Call-of-a-Hero-95321009)
Her first thought was of how cute the little frog was, sitting on his mound by the pond. Her second thought questioned if she had acquired a mental illness recently as the frog began to speak to her while waving a tiny sword.
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Nice and short :) haha
And now it's time to catch up on my paper journal but I really don't feel like it >.< I just moved into my dorm and there's still a lot of stuff to be done . . .