Category: Writers Block
I guess yyou could call this stream of counciousness. enjoy.
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She remembers the days when she’d stick her hands threw open windows, out into the rain. She’d wonder where it came from and where it went when it faded away. She used to think they were angel tears, bitter and unforgiving of man and his many flaws. Her mother once told her that thunder was god moving furniture around. For a long time, she believed it. Sometimes those particularly loud crashes sound like a dropped piano, she still thinks, sometimes. She never knew what lightning was, never could understand it. How can bright flashes split the sky, like it says in books?
She left lightning alone, for the most part, because she heard it could kill people and she didn’t like the idea. When she got older, she read somewhere that the pen is mightyer than the sword and it took her a long time to realize that words, do in fact, hurt. She once saw something where someone said hurt people hurt people and it stuck with her. A repetition of two simple words resonates so strongly with her and she thinks that if someone had said that to her before she read the thing about the pen and the sword, she would have understood it long before she actually did.
Another great one, Manda. Well done. You're very good, aren't you! Hope that wasn't written from personal experience, though. I'd have to severely mame the speaker of such hurtful words otherwise. sort of lol.
I liked it, though I felt like this particular one left off before it was finished.