| General Fiction posted August 21, 2014 |
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Already Gone
by Spiritual Echo
Broken promises flushed away. Rusting razor, rancid cologne, dried out stick of deodorant, it's all that's left.
Remote control, I bathe, I eat and sometimes sleep, ignoring the remnants of intimacy. In every corner of this house, shadows of our life together gather dust, remain untouched.
So many decades, anniversaries--a calendar of regrets. Now, in twilight years, I'm not enough. No goodbyes, excuses or remorse. You walked away, taking the necessities--leaving me behind. Missing signals, I raged in pain. Accusations, falling like freezing rain, turned to ice. You slid away.
One more time--I begged--let's try. We deserve another chance, not let our investment turn to ash.
'Again and again,' he said, smirking, indifferent, leaving me with scornful words...'It's not worth saving.'
blazing autumn leaves
crimson passion exhausted
yesterday is dead
Choose One Of The Following Titles writing prompt entry
Broken promises flushed away. Rusting razor, rancid cologne, dried out stick of deodorant, it's all that's left.
Remote control, I bathe, I eat and sometimes sleep, ignoring the remnants of intimacy. In every corner of this house, shadows of our life together gather dust, remain untouched.
So many decades, anniversaries--a calendar of regrets. Now, in twilight years, I'm not enough. No goodbyes, excuses or remorse. You walked away, taking the necessities--leaving me behind. Missing signals, I raged in pain. Accusations, falling like freezing rain, turned to ice. You slid away.
One more time--I begged--let's try. We deserve another chance, not let our investment turn to ash.
'Again and again,' he said, smirking, indifferent, leaving me with scornful words...'It's not worth saving.'
blazing autumn leaves
crimson passion exhausted
yesterday is dead
Remote control, I bathe, I eat and sometimes sleep, ignoring the remnants of intimacy. In every corner of this house, shadows of our life together gather dust, remain untouched.
So many decades, anniversaries--a calendar of regrets. Now, in twilight years, I'm not enough. No goodbyes, excuses or remorse. You walked away, taking the necessities--leaving me behind. Missing signals, I raged in pain. Accusations, falling like freezing rain, turned to ice. You slid away.
One more time--I begged--let's try. We deserve another chance, not let our investment turn to ash.
'Again and again,' he said, smirking, indifferent, leaving me with scornful words...'It's not worth saving.'
blazing autumn leaves
crimson passion exhausted
yesterday is dead
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Writing Prompt Choose one of the following titles. Where does it take you? Get writing: poem, fiction, essay, whatever you like! 200 words maximum word count. Take It To The Limit One Of These Nights Already Gone Wasted Time Witchy Woman Get Over It Long Road Out Of Eden Hotel California Yep I know, the titles are Eagles tracks... got to love those guys :) The title of your work MUST be the title you chose from the list. (There shouldn't be any confusion in the booth for duplicate entries of title, as your name will be displayed alongside your entry.) Artwork and author notes welcome. |
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