Prose writing sample- practise A tense moment arrived at the scene. Everywhere people were becoming frantic, whispering, gasping, even choking at what they were witnessing. The children previously in their seats got up and hid behind their mothers, the elderly pulled their canes close beside them, as if they were to be later used as a weapon. Others just stared open-mouthed, too afraid to make any noise or movement at the advancing woman, who had small gun poised in her hand. Everyone expect her to look vicious, even deadly, hateful, but this woman was none of the above.Prose writing sample- practise by =xMimameidx
A child's cry rang out as others reacted fearfully, shushing the child as if a bomb were to explode an
Just Smile Pause, you're moving too fast.Just Smile by =xMimameidx
Don't smile quite yet, slow down.
With moldy shoes on tile, you'll
surely slip. Slow down, think
and step forward.
Oh no! He sees you.
What will you do?
Don't run, keep moving,
be calm:
When he stares in blankness,
smile (but do nothing).
we are war These wars are ridiculous.we are war by =xMimameidx
Heartbreaking to mothers and
an insult to God, they twist
and rotate like a serpent,
never recoiling.
They stand on watch, picking
humans at random and lifting
themn up to the heavens.
They will never be seen again.
Meet Me at the Gas Station Simone Daniels woke up earlier than normal on a very typical Wednesday. It was the 18th of April, and the pollen from the strong flowers outside her bedroom window had woken her up again. Sniffling and sneezing was all she did these days during the infamous allergy season. Groaning in agitation, the young woman climbed out of bed, not even bothering looking in the mirror at her long and tussled red hair as she clasped the window shut. Outside, she caught a glimpse of the morning birds singing ritualistically on the telephone lines over the streets. The sound came in through the window barrier, as if they were attempting to tell her something.Meet Me at the Gas Station by =xMimameidx
the tale of a socially awkward girl Arriving at just the right moment,the tale of a socially awkward girl by =xMimameidx
with hopes of a jolly good time,
knowing where I stood in their place, I
walked with an air of sublime.
And just as I sat down I noticed, the
room was filled only with men.
Damn, I felt so foolish sitting with them.
That Nostalgic Scent The sense of smell is a wonderful thing.That Nostalgic Scent by =xMimameidx
Don't take it for granted, you'll see.
Can you catch the scent of that marmalade
you made with your mother last spring?
Your nose knows best, no doubt about that,
it's memory sharper than sight.
Close those eyes, life that book, and
take a good whiff. Go back to that
sweet summer bliss.
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