Inky blue,
creeping westward
across the twilight sky.
Daylight’s last stand,
but a thin band
along the horizon.
Dotting the heavens,
boundless possibility
revealed in its wake.
Rooted to the ground,
the dreamer waits
for gravity to relent.
Written for Week #236 of Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt. (Word: Blue, Count: 38)
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2. Resilence
Through silvered glass, Sadie runs her fingers across her own disfigured face. The tactile sensation of rough-hewn skin momentarily paralyzing her in place.
Hours spent together observing each other. Each movement, every facial expressions examined. Sharing scattered memories through the ebb and flow of tears and laughter. The swift punctuation of anger contrasting the softness of her lips in intimate moments.
A quiet resilience emerges as she begins to accept herself. Her lambent reflection helping to illuminate new passages through her own doubt and despair.
No longer impenetrable, the darkness slowly begins to relent.
Part 1: The Abyss
Part 3: Convergence
Challenge accepted: Written at Sunra Rainz request. / Part 2 of 5
Part 1 originally written for Week #235 of Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt. (Word: Mirror, Count: 95)
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1. The Abyss
Seven years had passed since the assault but Sadie still relived it in excruciating detail with each glimpse of her own reflection.
“How could I have let this happen to me?” she mouthed silently. The looking glass contemptuously mimicking her sentiment through the tears trying to wash away the scars etched into her face.
The woman on the other side of the mirror, is she any different? What if she is only seeking the same compassion and understanding I have sought to find.
Seeing herself in a new light they reach out across the abyss…
Part 2: Resilience
Part 1 of 5
Written for Week #235 of Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt. (Word: Mirror, Count: 95)
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The Emperor awoke to the morning sun softly kissing his cheek. Six months had passed since his father’s unexpected demise. At 11 years, the unprepared dreamer, Lin Tai Yu ascended to the throne.
Beyond the trees, northern armies amassed. The cruelty of his father’s crumbling empire spawned an insatiable appetite for revenge.
The child Emperor, oblivious to the cost of his father’s reign, hiding out in treetops playing foolish games.
Written for Week #234 of Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt. (Word: Empire, Count: 70)
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Adrianne loved to read but the contrived notions of modern prose
no longer ignited her imagination.
Searching, she jumped a steam-powered carriage to the old city market.
A push and a step through an old weathered door and
Adrianne was lost to the vellichor of the old bookstore.
Written for Week #233 of Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt. (Word: Vellichor, Count: 48)
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