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 |  My book for the 30 Day Image Prompt Contest |
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| ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** In a sea of black, we all blend together, the rain perfectly punctuating the scene like a necessary comma. A chorus of sadness fills the room, bleak and finite, just like life, and no sick fluorescent lights or humming air conditioner can drown us out. |
| ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** The year of the water dragon bled through the calendar, seasons merging together in a chaotic blend of frozen earth and melting plastic. We sat on the cement bridge, legs dangling over the lake and smoke curling into the air we shared in the light of the colorful beast, reflection of orange and yellow illuminating our pale faces in quiet accord. |
** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** The world outside dripped like Dali, floor to ceiling windows reflecting a hazy summer day sweltering off the runway in shimmering waves. Inside, the air was drunk with vodka ice cubes and nervous fliers who may or may not have had one too many and are bound to hit on the flight attendant even before takeoff. My own little space is the thought bubble between myself and the terminal, beckoning me to throw my headphones down and race the wheelchairs and children who get to board ten minutes early. On the other side of the plane lies an arid desert filled with third cousins and aunts who have seen me since I was 'yay high' and still pinch my cheeks the way they did when I was 'knee-high to a grasshopper.' But I don't only exist in my own little mind, burning everyone with irritable glances and rolling eyes as if anyone really cares what the stranger in the back is thinking. I exist in a multitude of dimensions, fractions of people's minds I'll never intersect with again. I'm the nice boy who helped the old woman with her bags and the total jerk who didn't let the cell phone talker cut in line. I'm the cute guy with the piercings and the scrawny kid who needs some sun. I'm nothing and everything all at once to the strangers in the airport lobby. |
| ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** Great Uncle Albert spent his life on a splintered southern porch, rocking back and forth in a chair that wasn't meant to. Looking over the crops of his field, he prayed the scarecrow would keep the birds away - especially the black ones. In a rented house, the bodies of his family illegally buried beneath the soft soil, grass grew into wild weeds above them. Uncle Albert chewed tobacco until it chewed back, eating a hole in his jaw as he coughed blood into a tissue. Whittling twigs into toothpicks, he never gave up or complained as his life faded until he rested beneath his scarecrow. |
| ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** Frozen against the pale moon sky, the ravens warned us with chilling caws of the dangers the night held. Cuddled together beneath their beating wings, our body warmth spread through the bitter night. Hands starving for attention, we lace them together, numb and full of tingling needles. Breath clouding the air between us, we inhale each other in icy frenzy. Stars eavesdrop in a frigid sky, begging to know our secrets. |
| ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** Little voices exchanged secrets above a jade moss lake, sticks pried rocks from the sinking floor to reveal a school of minnows, water murky enough to distort our reflections into pale blurs with three black holes. Cool shade of willow trees kept the sun hidden from view as the bugs fed off the blood of our skinny arms and legs, but we didn't mind their nuisance, young and carefree as we pushed back against a world that silenced us. |
| ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** Beneath the mask, her eyes hold a devious secret, laced hand clutched close to her chest and a storm of doubt in the background. Anonymity had become her weapon, hiding the mysteries of her past, which weighed her down like heavy cloth of blackened frills. Hard white plastic promised protection from the strangers pacing the alleyways of her memories and made them fade into the void. |
** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** I've wanted to reboot you, turn you down and feel the heat roll off your body in angry waves. I've felt your cold exterior melt at the slightest touch and if I could mold you, code you, beneath the tips of my wicked fingers, I would modify you into the perfect machine and watch you come to life in your robotic way, eyes flashing, body jerking. Because you've always been classified, beige exterior hiding the patterns beneath, and I'll blanket you as long as I can, keep you concealed in the footnotes. |
| ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** I've traced the roadmap of your arms, connecting the lines like cities I've traveled in your memories, all holding special significance, a story behind each discolored scar. I've dabbled myself, watched the flesh separate, making room for the bubbling to ensue, boiling over the edges like hot water and trickling down in a thick, syrupy mess on the shower floor. I've watched their eyes scroll over me the way mine scrolled over you so long ago, feeling the soft inside of their own arms, relieved to find that it hadn't turned into a puckered, ridged geography overnight. |
| ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** I grew up with the sounds of the night whistling through the charcoal shingles above my bed and rustling beneath my window under an expansive sky of dark amethyst. Raised on The Call of the Wild, I felt myself slipping slowly into a feral state, clawing my way out of holes I'd dug myself, brittle nails breaking off like broken glass shards. I've let the full moon take over and shiver like a hungry howl down my spine, heartbeat thudding from my chest through the outpour of sweat, and I'm left in the reeling blackout. |
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It just... happens sometimes.