Writing Dump 2

2/27/13
Long lithe fingers, white like thin pieces of bone.  Strong, oh so very strong.  Grasping, holding, and bleeding.  Purple bruises, flowering, blooming on pale perfect skin.  Purple turns to a sickly green, green like the vomit on the floor.  Garish bruises garnering a thick, muscled neck, pulled taught. Fighting, crying, and struggling.  The long white fingers only laugh and let go.  The green bruises are still there but the breath is gone.  Empty eyes like glass in their sockets.  Laughing, cold and cruel, falls over dead ears.
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2/27/13
“No!” she screamed as the world went white.  Her strangled cries were heard as pieces of flaming debris and stray sparks landed on her skin.  The sound of the explosion still seemed to fill the air, the sharp crack that had sounded the moment that everything she lived for went up in flames, torn apart by the outward motion of the lit explosive.  Still blinded by the light of the explosion she fell forward onto the scorched ground with tears making tracks through dirt and ash.  She cried out his name hoping, blindly hoping, that he would somehow answer and kiss her tears away.  Receiving no answer than the crackling flames she buried her face in the dirt and sobbed openly.  Everything she had was gone, torn away from her, ripped from her hands just as she had him in her possession.  She called his name again, hiccuping.  She stumbled and bounced to her feet, swaying unsteadily like she would blow away in the wind.  Her chin trembled and her face was covered in the stains of tears and mud.  Wisps of brown hair strayed to her face and tickled her nose and cheeks. Stumbling forwards the distraught girl dragged herself to the cliffs edge upon which the little house had stood and cried out to the world of her sorrows through one loud scream.  Her wobbling legs moved forwards again and she marched off the cliffs face and landed, broken, in a field of grass among a group of daisies.

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3/29/13
“Angry, angry, little duck” he said to the duck patting the things head affectionately.  He laughed sending shivers down my spine. I watched from the bushes as the man continued to wring the necks of his loyal servants, the squirrels.  

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4/18/13
Laughter rang in the long corridor, a girl’s laughter sounded in the cobblestone halls.  She danced and tapped and jumped up and down the length, her feet padding softly in her dancer’s shoes.  She smiled and was filled with merriment, bright blue eyes and caramel colored hair.  She giggled once more and stopped arms outstretched in the center of the hall.  Her moving skirts came to rest and she bowed to an audience visible to only her eyes.

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5/8/13
Fingers;
Suede, smooth, silk,
Long, lithe, light.
Feathers floating in the air
Reminisce
My love

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