snsd gen; prompt 6
anonymous
July 8 2011, 04:55:47 UTC
sometimes we run and it's not our fault, it's nobody's business but our own. by the edge of the river as it turns into the sea, through dark corridors late at night, between puddles of vomit and shards of glass, up the stairs in our building before the cops knock and bust open the door.
sometimes we race until our shins bleed, until our lungs burn with spent breath, until one of us cries "i give up." but we can't stop now, we're in first place, just round the corner and never turn.
sometimes we jump. some better than others, some weren't blessed with long legs, and some our knees don't bend. but practice every day, on asphalt, concrete, or astroturf, whatever's in our way. now there's an ocean and a sea, we could try those too.
sometimes we don't and at night we lie perfectly still. outside there are lights flashing and stereos blasting, but we just look out the windows, rest our ankles, and listen to sounds from above and below.
sometimes we wish we could stop, but we've still got a long way to go.
Re: snsd gen; prompt 6
anonymous
July 8 2011, 05:53:49 UTC
this seems like such a simple, straightforward piece but it's oddly intricate upon re-reading. i really love it, and i hope i get to see more from you, anon! :)
minho/onew, prompt 5
anonymous
July 8 2011, 07:43:40 UTC
(I haven't written in a while! Sorry for the awkward sentence structures, I hope it isn't that confusing so far. I have a lot planned for how the plot will go, so hopefully it'll all make sense later... when I write it someday."A young new actor's popularity has increased dramatically with his superhuman good looks and incredible acting skills. That's right, we're talking about Choi Minho, the newest blue chip in the industry whose fame has skyrocketed with the new summer hit of 2011. Ever since that incident a year ago involving an unlucky fan, the press has been keeping a sharp eye on the upcoming star
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sometimes we race until our shins bleed, until our lungs burn with spent breath, until one of us cries "i give up." but we can't stop now, we're in first place, just round the corner and never turn.
sometimes we jump. some better than others, some weren't blessed with long legs, and some our knees don't bend. but practice every day, on asphalt, concrete, or astroturf, whatever's in our way. now there's an ocean and a sea, we could try those too.
sometimes we don't and at night we lie perfectly still. outside there are lights flashing and stereos blasting, but we just look out the windows, rest our ankles, and listen to sounds from above and below.
sometimes we wish we could stop, but we've still got a long way to go.
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