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Fickle The long slender hands curved over the bright ebony keys- his two index fingers tapping nervously. The hands jumped up several times, as if the master in control wasn’t quite so sure what to do with them, but they always came down gently in the same spot. Occasionally, the fingers jumped up two positions striking a few keys here or there, testing out the melody at this octave, but nothing seemed just. The hands finally settled back on Middle C, resting quietly, waiting… &nbFickle
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NightBlack. Pitch Black. Black like the night sky without stars and a moon was all she could see as the girl with white blond hair stood in the middle of the deserted road. She closed her eyes, looking for the answer only to be disappointed by more questions. She inhaled deeply, letting the cold, winter night air fill her up…consume her. She stood in her black athletic shorts, hoodie, and trusty Nikes surrounded by nothing but her thoughts. She exhaled and her crystal blue eyes pierced the night, all thoughts gone. She lifted her hood over her head, letting her hair find its place. She stood, staring at the night, thinking about everything yeNight
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It Ends TonightHer fingers caressed the keys. Did she dare disturb the stuffy silence? The young girl shook her blond hair out of her eyes as she slowly sat down on the bench. She took a deep breath, tears were already forming at the corners of her crystal blue eyes, as she gently placed her fingers on the piano. She wasn’t exactly sure what she was doing at two a.m. in the music room, but she had an idea. The moonlight keys were so peaceful she felt like an intruder when her fingers found their way gently onto the keys. She paused, her eyes closed, and tears began to fall silently from her eyes as she struck the keys. She kept her eyes closed as the tIt Ends Tonight
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SmackSmack. His hand hit my face. Hard. I bite my lip as his hand swung again.Smack
Smack.
I stared straight ahead, determined not to cry, focusing with all my might on the time, 11:05 pm, willing myself not to bow down to him, not to give in. His ridicules echoed through the empty, forgotten house as he yelled, spitting in my face. The words were nothing to me but noise.
11:07.
Had no one heard him? How couldn’t they? Even if they did would they care? I am just that girl who wears sweaters in July, and turns her Ipod up too loud. No one cares about me.
Smack. 11:09. A single tear slipped out of
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The Summer "Tell Me a Story" Contest
"I'd rather have a powerful poem full of technical flaws than an insignificant poem that was flawless." --*Mahi-Fish
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I've been pretty busy
& then my computer got a virus and aghh!
But I'm back ;D
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I had the flu over New Years which stunk
But my Christmas was fine.
And my break was pretty fun :]
How are you?
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