My Looking-Glass Self

I’m late again, sorry for that, but I’m rather busy in this beginning of the second term of the school year; anyway, here’s your awaited Picture it & Write for this week:

looking in the mirror

 

“Happy 18th birthday, Lena!”

Their enthusiastic voices still echoed in my head, although the party was over for more than two hours. If I closed my eyes I would see their faded grins and narrow eyes and high cheekbones… I would feel their hands on me, congratulating me, wishing me all the best things in the world.

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A Warrior’s Hair

This week’s Picture it & Write:

braids hair

“Can you braid my hair, please?”

Ciara grinned at her mother and widened her eyes in the way that would make any glacier melt. She knew that she was doing this every morning and that every morning she would be late to school because of this.

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The Most Tragic Love Story

Another Picture it & Write! And my contribution to this week’s picture…

girl suicides in bath tub

 

The most tragic of all love stories is one in which two people secretly love each other and yet…

Tracy thought that she had never met such a man as Kev. To any girl of the school, he was just like any other guy: not too muscular, nor too fragile; not too keen on sports, nor too geeky; not too handsome, nor too disgusting. He had plain dark eyes and hair, and his dressing code was rather the same every day: a boring T-shirt and a used pair of jeans.

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The New Year

Here’s this week’s contribution to Picture it & Write:

new year fireworks

I stared at the starry night that offered this last day of the year. All my people were in joy, in celebration. It would be soon the end, yet the beginning. No one and nothing would dare miss this day, this hour. All the stars were present. All the colours in the sky as well: blue, purple, red, pink…

Midnight would soon strike.

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So This Is Christmas!

fallen angel

So this is Christmas…

But what have you done?

That night I saw an angel fall from the sky. Her golden hair gradually lost its shine as she reached the ground. Her beautiful white gown was stained with dirt. I could not see her eyes or her face, but I knew that she was the loveliest thing that could ever exist on Earth. She looked so fragile and innocent.

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A Two-Faced Heaven

I’m slowly getting back to blogging after an awesome weekend at the Tamassa hotel, and I’m soon getting back to visiting your blogs. 🙂

Meanwhile, here’s a poem of mine that I wrote not too long ago, which basically on the idea that perfection doesn’t exist, not even in Heaven.

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A Two-Faced Heaven

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The doors to Heaven open to a white light

Blinding; angels of perfection

Pouring a liquor of bliss and bright

Pride into our hearts and soul.

Some great expectation

And excellence is believed to be in our control.

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The Distorted: You Kissed Me To Death

The Unpredicted series continues with a new Picture it & Write! Enjoy!

Distorted.

That was how I felt when Caleb kissed me. Flashes of dead bodies encircling me; pictures of expressionless faces. But one single image kept on nagging me. It was a young girl. Enclosed in an empty room. Her eyes were cold and distant, yet she fixed them on me.

A death stare.

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Tempted

I’m a bit late I know, I’m sorry. Anyway, here’s finally this week’s Picture it & Write and the continued ‘Unpredicted’ series!

The loud music beat the walls of the hall and echoed through my ears unintelligibly while the multicoloured lights wobbled around. The scent of food and alcohol swarmed over the place, mingled with sweat. The bodies swayed and jumped all over the dancefloor. There were shouts and sing-along’s.

But I took no notice. None of them caught my attention. I was frozen in the middle of all this strange chaotic party, which had been organised by the drama club in honour of the new semester. I forgot all about my little black sleeveless dress which stuck uncomfortably to my skin and the glass of champagne my hand was holding for hours. Nothing mattered.

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