JournalWord: To an island.
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His fingers dig into the sand that spills away from his hands. He claws at a hidden rock but the silt sweeps away and pulls his handhold from under his palm.
They want him to sink back into the depth.
Coral scrapes at his ankles and shins as punishment for leaving home, and an urchin desperately threatens him to move another step.
His limbs are numb and he can't feel the chill that waits for him in the morning horizon. His mop of dark hair clings to his neck and forehead as they break the...
Saturday, 26 October 2013
Monday, 14 October 2013
Autumn Grace
JournalWord: Autumn.
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The alarm sets off in a blinding light behind his eyeballs like a protesting scream.
His knee is pounding with every footfall, and he curses between a hiss when they threat to collapse. Spotting a bench, he quickly drops himself onto the wooden seat, immediately stretching his legs out in front of him gingerly as an apology.
His shirt is sticking to the trail of sweat running down his chest like a waning river. He yanks out the ends of his headphones, greeting silence from thick rock and roll. Flicking his...
