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show me your inspiration.

Comment this post with a picture that inspires you. It can be an image of anything at all, as long as it inspires you somehow. I'll write a (very) short piece about it for you.

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[televisions]

His stomach was weak, so he knew it was a bad idea to allow himself to be strapped into the seat next to a too-aggressive friend who meant well but didn't take the bodily weaknesses of others into account. A pretty friend at that, one he was more reluctant than usual to show his vulnerabilities; he wanted to seem to her strong, adventurous. So he swallowed his fears, stilled his stomach, and chatted pleasantly but distractedly with her as their neighbours were buckled into the swings. He hid that he was wondering if the others around them were as nervous as he was, if every set of swings was occupied by one excited rider and one dragged along. Everyone else seemed fine, but he knew how easy teaching one's body to lie could be.

They wheel ascended, and with little warning they all dangled off of it, putting their faith in cables and the tightness of screws. He felt his stomach lurch and gritted the front of his teeth, but realized he'd failed to guard his eyes when she took his hand in hers and squeezed it to comfort him. His spine tensed to suppress a shiver when she leaned close to his ear.

"Just wait. Keep an eye on the trees. Look at them now before they're blurry, but when all the colours blur you'll see why I have to do this."

She had pulled something out of her pocket as she talked to him: a pair of shears, sharp and glinting in the late afternoon sun.