Replica

Jul 29, 2009 00:13

Swollen raindrops further wet your misty-eyed stare as you reach two hands behind a neck too pretty to ignore and unclasp the necklace. I swear that over the wet handclaps of the storm, I can hear the silver chain scraping against itself as you let the trinket fall into my palm. It sounds like desperation ( Read more... )

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tifroc July 29 2009, 05:26:20 UTC
Imagery is your forte.

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underknownprsn July 30 2009, 15:37:04 UTC
the words are great, but I want some more story with it. I think that's just because it's only an opening paragraph though.

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d15k0zach July 30 2009, 20:58:40 UTC
I try to write moments more than stories. Very vignette-y ideas that you can relate to in your own specific way. I aim for 'open'.

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underknownprsn July 30 2009, 21:17:13 UTC
then balls to the wall you've very much succeeded, and knowing that I enjoy it very much :D

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tifroc July 30 2009, 20:12:16 UTC
I know what you mean. I love the words. In the same way I enjoy a poem that is open-ended.

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