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*Piddling's Gallery
's literature is profound in conveying the main themes and emotions. The narrative voice is often strong and engaging, easily enticing us to read on further until we find the brilliant conclusion.
'Don't Leave,'"Don't leave." Her hand grasps at my collar. Her eyes are wide, panicked.~ An extract from Don't Leave
"Visiting hours are over. I have to." I softly wrap my hand around her's and pull it off of my wrist. At first, she refuses to let go, but after a few seconds, something in her eyes shatters like broken glass and her hand goes limp.
"Okay," she says softly, like a petulant child. Her soft grey eyes are focused on the floor. "Sorry."
"Hey," I say, one hand on her shoulder and the other under her chin. "I love you. I'll be back soon."
As if she doesn't really expect an answer, she whispers, "..Promise?"
"Promise." I nod, pressing my lips briefly to her forehead.
I try to ignore her soft gasp of "Don't leave!" as I exit.
Because if I have to explain again, I'll be sure to stay.
""Visiting hours are over. I have to." I softly wrap my hand around her's and pull it off of my wrist. At first, she refuses to let go, but after a few seconds, something in her eyes shatters like broken glass and her hand goes limp."
WitchShe was a prisoner. And she looked like one.~ An extract from Witch
Her once-blonde hair was dirty, tangled heavily, and the ends looked brittle as twigs. Her face was smeared with mud, and the clothing she wore could be better described as rags. Her fingernails were short and cracked and, whenever her hands shifted inside of the manacles binding her, I could clearly see the scars stretching around her wrists that said she had been a prisoner for a very long time.
I was a servant.
Perhaps, had I been a king, or even a free man of small stature, we would've met on better terms. Things might've been different.
The first time I set eyes on her was when I was delivering food to the inmates. I was ordered not to speak to any of them, not to even meet their eyes. I was just to throw their bread in and hope that, for their sakes, it didn't get soggy on the stone floor.
I remember what she said just before I threw in her roll.
"Don't." Her voice was dry and cracking from under-use. "You take it,"
"The first time I set eyes on her was when I was delivering food to the inmates. I was ordered not to speak to any of them, not to even meet their eyes. I was just to throw their bread in and hope that, for their sakes, it didn't get soggy on the stone floor."
Firefly EmbersAnd I keep running out of time,~ An extract from Firefly Embers
running out of things to say.
and I fall in love with a firefly,
just hoping he'll want to stay.
As my candle grows close to the end
and my breath begins to wane,
I want to play life over again,
step over my old broken cane.
And if you could just see
what the melting embers mean,
why their gleam is special to me
why I covet their bright sheen...
I would hold your hand and I
would tell you to run away.
No, I'm not very shy,
but it's not good for you to stay.
Because, every time I touch a firefly,
every time I play with the embers,
a little part of me dies,
and a little part of you remembers.
And once upon a time,
I dared to fall in love with a firefly.
And, oh, could he shine,
until the day he died.
And, like an crushed ember,
he's still here on the ground.
Ashen and trying to remember,
he's fallen into a large mound.
Run away, now.
"And if you could just see
what the melting embers mean,
why their gleam is special to me
why I covet their bright sheen..."
~hgfdsasdfgh's Gallery
barely has any constructive comments at all and yet so many of the pieces within ~etchpea's gallery are amazing from the intensity and vibrancy of the colours. If you have a spare moment, definitely go check out this artist for sure!
~etchpea's Gallery
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