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The leaves swirl, born aloft by the chill autumn wind, unaware of the girl with the dark hair standing in their midst. She clutches her binder to her chest, the white plastic making it harder to breathe, but she doesn't notice. Her eyes are locked on the near distance, stare glassy in wonder. The boy stands a little ways away, on the other side of the fall storm, laughing, blue eyes alight on a girl standing in front of him. The girl, long, auburn hair swishing, smiles at him and starts to leave. He grabs her wrist, lightly, like holding a fragile being, the arm of one who could shatter at any given moment. His mouth moves, and she nods, smi

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60 deviations
Literature

Neither

The leaves swirl, born aloft by the chill autumn wind, unaware of the girl with the dark hair standing in their midst. She clutches her binder to her chest, the white plastic making it harder to breathe, but she doesn't notice. Her eyes are locked on the near distance, stare glassy in wonder. The boy stands a little ways away, on the other side of the fall storm, laughing, blue eyes alight on a girl standing in front of him. The girl, long, auburn hair swishing, smiles at him and starts to leave. He grabs her wrist, lightly, like holding a fragile being, the arm of one who could shatter at any given moment. His mouth moves, and she nods, smi

Featured

55 deviations
Literature

Because I am strong

I'll see you again someday. I won't stop for you. I'll walk on, keeping my head held high, because you can't crush me. No matter how many times you ignore me, purposely never saying my name, I'll still have the strength to walk away from you. Hearts are like birds, fluttering so fast, flying away before you can stop them. But one day, they'll come back. Mine will never go back to you. Because I am strong.

short stories

8 deviations
Literature

Clothesline

We hang all our memories there, off those warped wooden clips from a dust yellow wire, swaying in the breeze from a thousand voices. A thousand worlds yet to be explored. Yet the memories still outnumber them. The memories are what keep me hanging, imagining the cold wood digging into the top of my skull like a knife. I don't know where you've gone, yet somehow I don't care. The memories tether me here, in this fallen-apart place. My hair as long as my dress, the color of the sun. Hanging from the clothesline.

poetry

9 deviations
Beatrice

artwork and photography

32 deviations
Literature

Neither

The leaves swirl, born aloft by the chill autumn wind, unaware of the girl with the dark hair standing in their midst. She clutches her binder to her chest, the white plastic making it harder to breathe, but she doesn't notice. Her eyes are locked on the near distance, stare glassy in wonder. The boy stands a little ways away, on the other side of the fall storm, laughing, blue eyes alight on a girl standing in front of him. The girl, long, auburn hair swishing, smiles at him and starts to leave. He grabs her wrist, lightly, like holding a fragile being, the arm of one who could shatter at any given moment. His mouth moves, and she nods, smi

prose

3 deviations
Literature

Apologize

I apologize To the empty room; You're gone now. With tears streaming down my face, I can't help but say sorry Over and over. I'm so sorry for being me.

Scraps

7 deviations