Late Night Brain Vomit

This marks the second time I’ve gone ahead and just posted what I refer to as brain vomit. I don’t know what it is or where it comes from, but it just appears there, in my head, and I don’t know what to do with it, hence the term brain vomit. I recognize it’s crap. But I figure it must be trying to tell me something, show me something, or lead me to something. Anyone else struggle with nonsense brain vomit? when once she wandered to and fro, nothing to do, no where to go. battle-scarred and beaten down, emotionless, no

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Fiction WIP: Reincarnation Snippet

I remain convinced that in one or more of my possible past lives I was a champion of the people. Fighting boldly for that which was just and humane. Self-sacrificing, pure-of-heart, strong, determined, fearless. My anxieties the result of countless past lives meeting their demise at the hands of stake-burnings, severe beatings, beheadings, stonings and the like. Yet deep within the spark remains. The tiniest ember. Glowing softly, weakly, beneath the deluge of several lifetimes’ worth of wreckage. Smoldering–both in the physical and emotional senses. Waiting, wanting, needing. Always with the potential to rise up in a gloriously hungry blaze,

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The Powers that Be

Writing prompt courtesy of Writing.com: “Write about the last thing you lost.” The clouds hung dark and heavy in the sky the day I lost my mind. Looking back, I should have realized it was coming. Those ominous clouds were a telltale sign from the powers that be — whoever or whatever they may be. I was neck deep in desperation. Intensely hyper-focused on maintaining the appearance of wellness. In that regard it is easy to see how I neglected to notice. One day I was running the race, doing all the seemingly right things and the next it was

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Alone at Night

Writing prompt courtesy of Writers Write: “Write about being alone at night.” Her melodic laugh fills the room and inspires all around her. Her smile, bright and wide, forces a sort of sparkle in her eyes that draws you in and begs you, too, to be light and airy — happy even. It is like an infectious virus permeating every cell of your body. She is the best friend of your dreams. Always positive. Always upbeat. Always encouraging. Always supportive. Always accepting. Always showing you the bright side of everything. Always there for you. Dependable. Reliable. Adorable. You love being

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Three Wishes

Writing Prompt courtesy of Writing.com: “I’ll give you three wishes.” … “I don’t want them.” … “You wan… wait… what?” “I don’t want them,” I repeated. He stood there, still, with the most dumbfounded look. “I– I don’t understand,” he stammered, “everyone takes the wishes! Are you mad?” I smiled, just a bit, because I’ve read way too many of these stories to fall for the antics of a wish-granter. Nothing in life came free or easy. Making wishes would undoubtedly mess with things in ways I wouldn’t be able to foresee and in the end I would probably be

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