Chrissy on the stairs
Me Delighted. I yell "Boo!"
It was not Chrissy
About the Creator
Jess S
One day I will be myself again,
and this darkness might come to an end,
and all doubt will cease,
and all strength will rise.
One day my tainted memories will be left behind,
and I will be able to see the world through a clear lens.
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181 Keeping Watch
Each day she watched through her window. Watched? Perhaps an exaggeration: a monochromatic nuclear aftermath remaining of the world, blurring into a blindness--loss of contrast and depth of field. Achromatic aberrations displayed a waste-scape stratified in grays.
By Gerard DiLeo6 days ago in Fiction
Comments (1)
Omgggg! I've embarrassed myself this way too! 🤣🤣🤣🤣