Category: Letters to September
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Prompt: peace // Letters to September – 21
Peace is acceptance, freedom, it’s bliss.It’s moving on, pure joy, and letting your guard down.It can be found or something that you miss.But what if you’ve never known it.Will you chase what can’t be captured?Will you search for something more?Or will you spend your days being fractured.Unwilling to explore? But it’s also something that can…
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Prompt: 3 am thoughts // Letters to September – 20
In the middle of the night when the world outside my bedroom window wraps itself in darkness I find myself lying awake in bed. Twisting and turning, the thoughts in my head keep running at the speed of light. Every thought a new story of what if, what could happen, or am I just making…
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Prompt: a story created from music // Letters to September – 19
This piece was created through the inspiration of the Rawstyle Mashup of Apashe – Lord & Master created by my dear friend Fluxi. Feeling alone and hurt by everything that occurred over the past years. Not listened to, feelings dismissed and pushed away. Realisations of not being treated well by peers, loved once’s or spouse.…
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Prompt: the sea // Letters to September – 18
Calm and wild during night and day.The waves will always listen to what you have to say.No matter what age you are, where you’re from or where you stand.Walk along her shores and discover her soft brushes when she kisses the sand.Play with her waves as they curl and break.But don’t get to cocky because…
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Prompt: stains on the floor // Letters to September – 17
She grew up in a house with white walls and clean floors. Everything always neat and tidy. Not a single misplaced item or lingering coffee mug. It was her house but it still felt empty. Stripped from emotions and banter. Not a mark on the wall that kept a memory of her first try on…
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Prompt: conversations at candlelight // Letters to September – 16
After finishing their dinner Rob starts to collect the dishes of the table while Sasha walks into the kitchen to get a wet cloth to wipe down the table. They have been married for only two years but have already found a comfortable rhythm that worked for them both. Before they lived together Rob would…
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Prompt: stranger in a city // Letters to September – 15
When the sun rises and the soft light of the morning sun peaks through the curtains Elizabeth crawls out of bed. She grabs her robe and makes her way down to the kitchen. She can still not believe she can call this house her home. With two bedrooms – one of them she turned into…
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Prompt: rainy day // Letters to September – 14
Sitting outside on the porch with a warm cup of tea in her hands Amber looks out across her front yard. A soft blanket covers her waist and the book she was reading lays open and forgotten on her lap. The words on the pages patiently waiting to be met by her eyes. For now,…
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Prompt: the echoes of your words // Letters to September – 13
The echoes of your words haunt me in my dreams.I spend restless nights going over them, trying to find the hidden meanings.Can I place them in a different order, will the message still be the same?What did you mean when you said you didn’t want to lose me when you walked away.What did it mean…
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Prompt: lost // Letters to September – 12
The honeymoon phase didn’t last, even though I wished that it did. The rose tinted glasses lost their glow and eventually I had to take them off. When I did I finally saw you for who you really were. But I didn’t want to believe it. I kept telling myself that no one is perfect,…
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