"No Choice"
Entry in the Break up Nonet
I have no choice but to leave, you see
I have lost my identity
Just a shell of the old me
detained in misery
jaded and empty
I fade away
completely
if I
stay
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A Destination Needs A Dreamer
Gatlin heard the violin every evening on the commute back from work. Wending between warm rushing bodies on the subway, eyes forward, bag clasped protectively at her side, she drank it in at the same time as she didn't slow. It was probably the best part of her day. The shivering strains crescendoed and collapsed, tugging at something in her core. She'd never seen the violinist, but whoever he was, he was clearly a master, clearly professionally trained. The music always seemed to be coming from somewhere further down the track, around a bend, just out of eyeshot. She'd come to think fancifully that it was something only she could hear. She’d come to think of it as her future, calling.
By Raistlin Allen6 days ago in Fiction
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I didn.t even notice if the other was not right, they are all so beautiful. Hope you are feeling better.
Sorry guys I've had pneumonia and I don't even know how I published the earlier version which was totally out of compliance with the challenge.. Needless to say this has been revised to at least meet the challenge rules.