AWOS timed writing challenge B
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This challenge was limited to 5 minutes of writing, including the words 'demon' and 'perfect' in the piece.
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MASQUERADE
Dust particles are dancing in the wind from the open window, creating tiny crop circles on my dirty, wooden floor. The planks seem to shiver under my weight as I walk around in possessed circles, leading the conversation - or trying to. She is always so committed to turning everything on its head and of course against me, her submissive hostess, when all comes to all. Whenever I try to talk back and state my opinion she can twist my words into elaborate accusations pointed at my hopeless inability not to cower once she opens her mouth. I wish those grains of dust would fill her lungs, choking her and disabling her from always winning these damned battles of the minds.
She is a lot like me though... We are disturbingly identical, yet so different that it scares me how close we are. An eternal bond, I guess. I never chose her, it was like she chose me some time so far back that I don't even remember a time when she wasn't always there. Taunting me. Questioning my every action or thought. She is lurking in the shadows like a cat eying its prey while my pacing around intensifies, making the floor quirk slightly. My head hurts. There should be a permanent groove where my tired feet have dragged themselves around on the planks for so many years. An endless circle. Endless. Just as she seems to be. Nothing I ever said or did has discouraged her the least from harassing me day and night. She always knows best. Even though her plans are devilish and manipulative she somehow always talks me into it. I hate her yet I can't live without her. She is like the perfect demon, holding my very soul in her hands. Controlling every string in the social puppet show starring my pathetic self, making me bolt and dance and obey her every command. I talk back, I do. But to no avail. She will always be my mask and nemesis. She will always be myself.
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This challenge was limited to 5 minutes of writing, including the words 'demon' and 'perfect' in the piece.
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MASQUERADE
Dust particles are dancing in the wind from the open window, creating tiny crop circles on my dirty, wooden floor. The planks seem to shiver under my weight as I walk around in possessed circles, leading the conversation - or trying to. She is always so committed to turning everything on its head and of course against me, her submissive hostess, when all comes to all. Whenever I try to talk back and state my opinion she can twist my words into elaborate accusations pointed at my hopeless inability not to cower once she opens her mouth. I wish those grains of dust would fill her lungs, choking her and disabling her from always winning these damned battles of the minds.
She is a lot like me though... We are disturbingly identical, yet so different that it scares me how close we are. An eternal bond, I guess. I never chose her, it was like she chose me some time so far back that I don't even remember a time when she wasn't always there. Taunting me. Questioning my every action or thought. She is lurking in the shadows like a cat eying its prey while my pacing around intensifies, making the floor quirk slightly. My head hurts. There should be a permanent groove where my tired feet have dragged themselves around on the planks for so many years. An endless circle. Endless. Just as she seems to be. Nothing I ever said or did has discouraged her the least from harassing me day and night. She always knows best. Even though her plans are devilish and manipulative she somehow always talks me into it. I hate her yet I can't live without her. She is like the perfect demon, holding my very soul in her hands. Controlling every string in the social puppet show starring my pathetic self, making me bolt and dance and obey her every command. I talk back, I do. But to no avail. She will always be my mask and nemesis. She will always be myself.
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