Mountains facing her, with a blue October sky. Frantically driving away from the daunting figments of her life. Evading the chances of an inevitable death. She runs from the constant fear and the darkness that never ceased to overwhelm. Sitting in that car, breathing harshly and hardly, checking the rear view for an unleashed demon, … Continue reading The Race
"You're crazy," he said,Sending my mind on a quest of mixed emotions..Eyes wideMouth agapeShoulders slumped..I fired back quick-witted responses..Annihilating each; none seeming worthy enough to regain victory post defeat.Defeat that could only be described as heartbreak.You're a beautiful melody lagging behind the summers haze,You're the streak of light bursting into a blind-shielded window..Begging to be … Continue reading An Unrequited Craze
Sometimes when I’m sitting aloneI picture your hands around me…your breath on my neck,Your lingering kiss on my cheek.You’re my sunshine in the morning light&my moonlight at the end of a river..With the stroke of a brush,You intricately painted your soul on mine&we formed our hearts around one another.I equals you, you equals me…It was … Continue reading Once Again
You always wondered if your college lit professor was just making crap up.
Turns out, maybe they were.
This article from The Paris Review offers a revealing take by many famous authors on how much symbolism played a part in their work.
Their comments were prompted by a letter from a 16-year-old Bruce McCallister in 1963. He was tired of the constant find-the-symbolism game in English class, so he took it upon himself to ask them what the big deal was with symbolism.
He mailed a simple four-question survey to more than 150 novelists. About half of them responded. The responses were varied, but most of the authors seemed to think symbolism is overanalyzed. Their comments were awesome:
The survey included the following questions:
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"How did you manage to get away tonight?" I wondered aloud. Although I wasn't sure I wanted to know the answer, I somehow wanted, needed to fill the void I felt was there. Behind my back, my thumbs found their way to each other for an intense game of thumb of war, while inside of … Continue reading Rendezvous
Immediately, every homeless person I've ever encountered flooded my brain as I asked myself this question. For some reason, I always come across them and end up listening to their life story of how they ended up where they are. Each time, I was told that I have a kind soul, a warm heart, and … Continue reading Daily Prompt: Nicest Thing You’ve Ever Done
All I need is my music to put me to sleep..The sweet melody to ease my worriesSweep away my pain&Silence the anger.All I need is a kiss from you to quiet the world,The chaos and destructionThe voices that forceCatastrophes of mild proportions.The blood flowing through my veinsThreaten to quitAs the thoughts inside of my headBeg … Continue reading Black Birds
Is it just me or does anyone else feel an overwhelmingly sense of greatness when using a typewriter? I actually find myself pressing down on the keys harder than I have to, prompting moans and groans from my roommates. It's a pretty annoying sound, I must admit.