Angel – 3 Word Wednesday

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She cannot be reached. I have tried, oh believe me, I have tried.

She is defensive. She hides behind barriers, she is impermeable.

I have seen her, striding purposefully along the city streets, head held high, gaze fixed firmly on the middle distance. She never makes eye contact, ignores the hesitant smiles of baristas, waiters and newspaper vendors. She is ice, personified.

Or is she? Her breath quickens now and again, as if a thought has penetrated, as if her fertile imagination has flooded her mind with colour and light.

I am needy, I confess. I want her to be thinking of me. Just me.

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Here is my latest entry for Three Word Wednesday.

This week, the words are:

Defensive

Fertile

Needy

Let me know what you think of my response, and do pop over to the Three Word Wednesday blog to see how others have responded!

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Redshifted – Magpie Tales

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Self-obsession is everywhere.

I cannot walk down the street, visit a coffee shop, buy a newspaper without the evidence of this burning shadows on my retinas.

If it is not preening in mirrors, it is magazines using sex to sell themselves and the products they advertise.

I try so hard to let it go, let it go, let it go, I try to breathe it away but I cannot resist The Calling any more.

Eradication is the only option.

People only see of me what they want to see.

No, correction, they don’t see me at all.

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Here’s my latest entry into Magpie Tales. There is a theme running through my weekly writings once again. If you want to know more about the person behind these thoughts, please read my Five Sentence Fiction and Three Word Wednesday entries.

Dark times, dark thoughts…

Night Terror – 3 Word Wednesday

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You might consider me arrogant. That’s more than fair. Hands up, I confess. But then, a certain amount of arrogance is required if one is aiming for complete and unwavering self-belief.

I am never swayed by the words of others. They are shallow, crude, uneducated people. They subsist on a diet of cheap food, cheaper booze, nicotine and reality TV. Not once do they shift their dull gaze from the ever-present flickering box in the corner of the living room. Not once do they share their hopes, their dreams, their hopes for a better world. I remain unconvinced that they can even  string the words together for long enough. Fake hair, fake eyelashes, fake tan, fake lives.

So, here I stand, figuratively and literally above the whole stinking lot of them. My mind is supple, my thoughts are pure. I have one goal. To ride the world of this corruption. To achieve my destiny.

This is the point of no return.

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Here’s my second entry to Three Word Wednesday!

This week, the words are:

Arrogant

Crude

Supple

Again, I decided to link it up to my Five Sentence Fiction post, which you can read here and my Magpie Tales post, which you can read here. Let me know what you think of my response, and do pop over to the blog to see how others have responded!