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mariez:
--- Quote from: Cameron on June 28, 2007, 08:45:05 pm ---
The Graduation
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What a unique take on the graduation theme, Marl. I guess we humans are just naturally geared towards being regretful.
I hope I'm able to add something to this thread soon. :)
Marie
Cameron:
Thank you, Marie!!!!
I am so glad you came by here, and it would be wonderful if you try it too. :D I admit though it is a lot harder without Ennis and Jack. ;)
Thanks again,
Marl
Cameron:
Todays prompts: geraniums, hash browns, nose. Oh well, I used one.
The Geraniums
She used to care about the geraniums. She used to water them every day and carefully pull of the brown leaves. She used to stand back and admire them whenever she passed by them
But now the geraniums didn’t matter anymore. She didn’t care at all. She didn’t care that it was almost July, she still wouldn’t go out and get them. No matter how much they begged her. Nothing much mattered anymore. Not the geraniums, not the clothes, not the nice clean house, sometimes not even the books.
None of that mattered anymore. There was too much weighing down on her, too much pressing on her soul, too much that she thought that she couldn’t control. Too much that she thought she couldn’t change, so she didn’t even try.
So the geraniums didn’t matter at all.
Cameron:
Today's prompts: three righ circus, unexpected guests, "go with the flow".
The Old Place
The old place was always a three ring circus. Sometimes she was glad to be out of there and sometimes she wasn’t. The new place was much quieter, sometimes too quiet. She wished that it was nice and all fixed up for unexpected guests. But it wasn’t and there never were any unexpected guests. Although she dreamed of them.
She never stopped thinking about the old place and all that was left there. All she wanted was to do something to change it, to make it better. But she couldn’t , no matter how much she wanted to, there was nothing that she could possibly do. They wouldn’t let her, ever. They always said it was all her fault anyway.
“Go with the flow” she told herself. After all, as bad as it was it could be a whole lot worse. That’s what she tried to tell herself. But it really didn’t help much either.
Cameron:
(Todays prompts: waves, fragments, master)
The Waves
The shattered glass was scattered around her, sharp fragments and shards ready to pierce. She looked around at it all helplessly, unable to move, unable to find the strength to fight.
But finally she got up, and carefully stepped away from it all. She went down to the ocean, and watched the waves, and the people splashing and laughing amidst the crashing waters. Laughing as if they had all the time in the world.
But time was the master, and it held all the truths. She went back to the shattered glass, hoping to find the strength and the courage to fight and to put it all back together. Hoping that the pieces weren’t too small, and praying that it wasn’t too late.
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