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chris catt | A Bookworm With A Secret
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A Bookworm With A Secret. Posted by chris catt. Asymp; Leave a comment. As I regained consciousness I was keenly aware of the back of my head before I even opened my eyes. It felt like someone was beating the inside of my skull with a hammer, pounding in rhythm to the beat of my heart. I don’t think I had ever been so aware of anything in my entire life. Continue reading →. Posted by chris catt. Asymp; 2 Comments. As the air began to move in erratic gusts of wind, he looked up with damp eyes and watched ...
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In the Abyss | A Bookworm With A Secret
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A Bookworm With A Secret. Posted by chris catt. Asymp; Leave a comment. Cross over, please. Angela heard the words, muffled, as if spoken through liquid. She tried to focus on where she was, but everything was muddled, like watercolors pooling into a mess of muddy hues. Panic seized her. She remembered frantically reaching up as she sank, water filling her lungs. Her silent scream was lost in the abyss. My entry for the Micro Bookends 1.05. Take a look at Micro Bookends 1.05 – Results. Larr; Previous post.
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Invisible Snow | A Bookworm With A Secret
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A Bookworm With A Secret. Posted by chris catt. Asymp; Leave a comment. Shiro stared at Yuki’s picture and remembered her cheeks, rosy from the frigid air. She was a cherry blossom caught in the breeze. That was how he wanted to remember her, but the monk’s chanting reminded him of the loudspeakers meant to bring order during the evacuation. They merely provided background noise, radiation, as they fled, Yuki’s cheeks wet with tears as they left their entire life behind. Larr; Previous post. Follow A Boo...
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Journey’s End | A Bookworm With A Secret
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A Bookworm With A Secret. Posted by chris catt. Asymp; Leave a comment. At journey’s end,. Amongst the dead and the dying,. Nature reclaims her wandering children. My Three Line Thursday Week 8. The prompt this week made me think of the inevitable end of every journey, particularly the journey of life. The poem is talking about the leaves in the picture as much as the journey of life. Larr; Previous post. Next post →. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Address never made public). Transl...
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Infectious | A Bookworm With A Secret
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A Bookworm With A Secret. Posted by chris catt. Asymp; Leave a comment. Earth trickled in through the cracks above her supine body, slowly filling the coffin like a lethal hourglass. They had yelled as they dragged her towards the open grave. She understood their fear. She had been watching the spores spread like a plague since they had arrived with a flash of fire in the sky. Studying them, she figured out how to stop them. It was too late. They saw only death and needed someone to blame. You are commen...
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The Inevitable Winter | A Bookworm With A Secret
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A Bookworm With A Secret. Posted by chris catt. Asymp; Leave a comment. The inevitable winter falls. Slowly, burying us under. The weight of its beauty. My Three Line Thursday Week 10. Larr; Previous post. Next post →. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. Notify me of new posts via email.
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Caruso | A Bookworm With A Secret
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A Bookworm With A Secret. Posted by chris catt. Asymp; Leave a comment. Caruso was the runt of the litter, but his cries those first few nights were deafening. Mother said he needed to learn to behave and forbade me from comforting him. She would play her favorite old opera records to help drown out the wailing and help ease our guilty ears. My entry for Flash! Friday Vol 2 50. Larr; Previous post. Next post →. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Address never made public). You are comme...
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Ready | A Bookworm With A Secret
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A Bookworm With A Secret. Posted by chris catt. Asymp; Leave a comment. A stoic face belies. The rush of life beneath, ready. To leave it all behind. My Three Line Thursday Week 6. Pt this week made me think of change, like those moments in life when you. Stop for a sec. Ond and realize that if you move forward, your life is going to be different. Update: This poem took third place in the Three Line Thursday Week 6 challenge! Take look at what the judge had to say about my work: Results Week 6. Black Ink...
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Downpour | A Bookworm With A Secret
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A Bookworm With A Secret. Posted by chris catt. Asymp; 2 Comments. His face remained impassive as swollen eyes watched the flag slowly drop to half-staff. The air was still and thick, the red, white and blue hanging lifelessly on a bed of ashen clouds. A sea of gray obscured the morning sun and cast the entire campus of his old high school in a monochromatic pallor. His head lowered and he shut his eyes. My entry for Flash! Friday Vol 3 14. It’s been a while since I’ve entered Flash! Larr; Previous post.
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