DAY 28 – 30 Day Writing Challenge
Calmly, Claire closed the cover. Chapter-after-chapter of choice violence haunted her without a scar.
Calmly, Claire closed the cover. Chapter-after-chapter of choice violence haunted her without a scar.
My life has become an algorithm. A predictable spreadsheet of formulaic transactions that signify nothing. I code and I code and I help technology flourish. I drive the future, but not the present. Not my present. Zeros and ones are not heartbeats.
1.The warning bell sounds. The last day for humankind on earth is finally here.
2.You don’t fool me. I made you.
He was crying. Ruining the hard work of men in the forevers of history who have stood proud without shedding a tear.
The sky was luminous as we hot-footed into the park. I held your hand carefree, unhooking the dog from his reins. He ran. Enthusiastically skipping childlike from bush to bow to bark. These moments are ours to
But you are like a bolt out of the blue. The sparkle on the edge of a star. Everything has meaning and everything is full. Not just half full. No short measured optimism. The glass is full.
Not in sleep, but in the moments and hours between; I waste valuable seconds, minutes, and months on feeling instead of doing. Imagined futures and projected fantasies that come to nothing permeate the fog of a life lived in some half-awake state.
So I guess I’m on a precipice. I like that. A big goddamn word. Like plateau. How do you like that fanciness?