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Xavi (No, not the music store)
It's been a while since I posted...shame. 'Best Handwriting' inspired me as soon as I read it. I may work on the others later this week...
Xavi is a rather awesome young man of my creation, studying music at Oxford, much to the duress of his now-deceased father.
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Mirror
This is a bit different for me; something like a narrative essay that comes from working my way through A Room of One's Own by Virginia Woolf and the fact that this community makes me feel quite daring.
Imagine, if you could, a tower in which a person - emotional of persuasion, though gender hardly matters - was locked. It is a beautifully ( Read more... ) -
Just the one
So far I've only completed 'Window' satisfactorily, but more may come.
Window
Ella's pale skin shone with the shaft of mood light from the window, where the curtain had been drawn back to let the warm breeze circulate through the sitting room. Ella had fallen asleep on the sofa, reading a book on childcare, her hand resting protectively across ( Read more... ) -
Window
I was going to write something along these lines before the prompt appeared, but I didn't know what until I saw the prompt. It sort of wanders around and gets away from the prompt, on purpose. And will be confusing as hell, because I wrote it for an audience familiar with the events and characters referenced in it. I'm posting it here because the ( Read more... ) -
Everybody Lies
Have you ever had a daughter? One old man asks another as they stand on the porch of their apartment building with nothing to do and nowhere to go and nobody to be except for their own little niche they had both carved out. They watched a group of children on the other side of the street who had take a break from the athletic game they were ( Read more... )
