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• Begging for Inspiration

  by Fyora Cartagan 7 months ago

  “This is just begging to be used in a story!!” I groaned to myself. “Why can’t I get any inspiration???”

  Today, I learned so…

• Cave

  by cosleia 8 months ago

  Cold.

  Dark.

  Hard.

  Wet.

  Dripping.

  Can’t see.

  Terrified.

  Can’t think.

  Running.

  Falling. Haha. So cliche.

  Kill me.

  No…

• Jeepers, Winter!

  by Stovohobo 9 months ago

  Police? No.

  Parents? Ohh no. Daddy’s Jeep, ain’t nobuddah gonna take that from ‘im.

  So, no one? For now.

  The brush scratch…

• Free flow thoughts on Stickers

  by Heygabe 11 months ago

  Take the sticker off the sheet. Press it down. Repeat. Fill the sheet. Get another. Make a choice. Pick another. Start again….

• Overdose

  by uselessness 11 months ago

  The rhythm is pounding, pounding, pounding.

  A million writhing bodies, bathed in pulsating greens and purples, move wildly b…

• Ficlet Nirvana?

  by Fyora Cartagan about 1 year ago

• Typing is a Very Physical Thing to Do

  by Cobweb about 1 year ago

  I’s not that I can;t think of other things while typing, it’s just that I hey I wisj I could touch type. OI keep looking down…

• Swimming in the Consciousness Stream, Round Two

  by [pens&feathers] about 1 year ago

  Paint.

  I’ve got paint on my favorite shirt. Green (oh crap, just hit backspace; somethings are just ingrained) paint, and my…

• My Stream is Barely Conscious

  by [pens&feathers] about 1 year ago

  cold temperature temperment disaster empty object objective silence

  it is freezing in here
  and my toes are cold

  socks
  i am …

• Two chairs in the shade

  by THX 0477 about 1 year ago

  Two chairs sit in the shade. They are empty, filled only by a passing breeze. Green grass stretches behind the two chairs, it…