This story is one of the February Writing Challenge entries chosen to be a featured story. . You think that the sound of screaming filling the air would be the loudest sound of all, but it’s not. The silence after, that long drawn out pause that fills up your body, your mind, your heart—those moments—the […]
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A woman can be a window. She can also be a door: that is the truth. My mother does not look people in the eye: that is the truth. Her head is always cast down in shame: that is the truth. Sorry precedes her every question: that is the truth. She fades like paper and […]
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This story is one of the September Writing Challenge entries chosen to be a featured story. . Y de repente se hizo el silencio. Pocos minutos antes, la luz de mi habitación seguía encendida y la bombilla de mi lamparita, la cual producía esta luz, ardía de mala manera debido a la energía en forma […]
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A group of friends sit together, giggling and tittering over idle gossip. Bouts of laughter strike sometimes, and all of them snicker over some joke. Each one of the girls contributes in telling her narrative. One, however, remains silent. Not in a harmful sense, though, because she pitches in her participation by bursting into laughter […]
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I think, I can hear the silence. It’s more bitter than anything I’ve ever felt Maybe I’m imagining things. Or maybe, I’m not. Perhaps, the sound of silence Is more painful than the pain itself Or maybe, it’s just me. Maybe. . .
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One of my favorite things to do is ask for Secrets. I like harboring words that are only meant for me. Sometimes I’ll see them dance across your skin in the movements You make, or hide themselves in furrowed eyebrows. Giving away secrets makes you a story teller, and I’m craving the kind of knowledge […]
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I used to say so much but now my words are chalk in my mouth and I can’t spit them out. Lately I don’t even try, for Stockholm has taken hold and I’m bound and clutching to that empty sweet bottle of silence, trying to resist the urge to quench my thirst, drench my lungs […]
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Picture this: the two of us at a dinner table again and I, falling back into my role as ‘victim.’ Fingers curl in my lap and nails bite into skin. Picture this: my spark- laden eyes smothered by the dirt of your presence. My knees knock like branches against window panes during a storm. You […]
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Even in quiet, There is sound. Hearts beating, Clocks striking, The electric humming. All separate. All one. Silence. The songs of birds, As we pass them by, Hardly noticing, Never minding. Yet they are there, Making sounds our ears tune out. Silence. There is a song in it. A longing song, A love song, A […]
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