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  • NaPoWriMo Archives Re: Languid, the Lavish Laelias Languish

    12 tell me the lie that took it all out of your hands and dribbled your new life onto the countertops along with the topsoil of another day’s harvest. lookie ...

    Apr 15, 2016
  • NaPoWriMo Archives Re: Languid, the Lavish Laelias Languish

    11 She tied your thoughts around her finger to save for later while on she went to dream & still her dreams are endless, endless, endless....

    Apr 15, 2016
  • NaPoWriMo Archives Re: Languid, the Lavish Laelias Languish

    10 He was all scotch and smoke rings, all piercings and tattooed skin, the gate to my backyard like the bulldog or pitbull or just bulls in the pits of ...

    Apr 15, 2016
  • NaPoWriMo Archives Re: Languid, the Lavish Laelias Languish

    9 Showers ahead shown by circles plopped into the dust on my car or the rings around rings in the lake Petrichor smells dry, strangely enough but his cologne reeked ...

    Apr 15, 2016
  • NaPoWriMo Archives Re: Languid, the Lavish Laelias Languish

    8 Or maybe she flew away while no one was watching. Her mind was quite flighty, you know, and that’s the only way out of this town. Taking the train ...

    Apr 15, 2016
  • Randomosity Re: New feature: Train

    This makes me happier than it actually should. It's just chugging along c:

    Apr 12, 2016
  • NaPoWriMo Archives Re: Languid, the Lavish Laelias Languish

    7: Sensory Welding He was golden and silvery, coppery and iron and leaden, my metallurgy. When we kissed, he tasted gold. He was the honey that sweetly dripped, dribbled, liquid ...

    Apr 9, 2016
  • NaPoWriMo Archives Re: April Madness 2016

    I guess this is mine.

    Apr 8, 2016
  • NaPoWriMo Archives Re: Languid, the Lavish Laelias Languish

    6 Light filters through the leaves rich with sweet shine as laze hangs heavy over the leather couches as we talk in familiar patterns, comfortable, a blanket of words. A ...

    Apr 8, 2016
  • NaPoWriMo Archives Re: Languid, the Lavish Laelias Languish

    5 The way the soil smells and the buds peeking through, wondering at a silent threat of snow and the way no one quite believes that it is actually warm ...

    Apr 8, 2016
  • NaPoWriMo Archives Re: Languid, the Lavish Laelias Languish

    4 Morning chill placid lake and scenic mountain grandeur the snapping of a twig skipping stones and sliding silt filtered sunshine green leaves and golden. Montana rocks like candy rock ...

    Apr 8, 2016
  • NaPoWriMo Archives Re: Languid, the Lavish Laelias Languish

    3 Have you seen the sadness that hollowed out her eyes? She played games with fire until she got burned, and yet she kept playing. There were days she was ...

    Apr 8, 2016
  • NaPoWriMo Archives Re: Languid, the Lavish Laelias Languish

    2 She has a knowledge now of so much longing, nostalgia waxing old and aging, the fine wine, made not of the fresh red grapes of Concord, but of the ...

    Apr 8, 2016
  • NaPoWriMo Archives Re: Languid, the Lavish Laelias Languish

    1: Chronocentric Say that time was not something you let him pour down your spine the way the beetles crawl down leaves and splice twigs together in woven crowns like ...

    Apr 8, 2016
  • NaPoWriMo Archives Re: Languid, the Lavish Laelias Languish

    This is my NaPo thread yay I've not been able to access a keyboard other than on my phone since April started, so these are all late but whatever. Posting ...

    Apr 8, 2016


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