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Bridget's Adventures in the Towel Cupboard, Flashbacks (2)

Submitted by Bridget on Wed, 07/29/2009 - 03:58

Flashbacks (2)

 Bridget stepped up to the scaffold.  She couldn’t even think straight.  She didn’t know why she was being executed.  Her head was down and her hair partly covered her face.  Out in the sea of faces before her, she saw Jordan and Kevin.  They didn’t even see her.  She looked farther.  There was her dad.  He was looking at her and laughing.  Fury surged up in her and she threw her hair back and looked him straight in the eyes.  He stopped laughing.  She looked back at her friends.  They were staring at her now in horror.  Then she woke up.

Bridget's Adventures in the Towel Cupboard, Flashbacks

Submitted by Bridget on Mon, 06/22/2009 - 22:15
Flashbacks

Bridget sat in front of her computer, her mind racing with ideas that she couldn’t put into words. She couldn’t think of names for anyone. She was horrible at names.

Bridget was lying in her bed, crying. She was lonely, and heart felt weighed down as if there were a stone tied to it. She clutched the gold medal she had won in the last tournament and closed her eyes.

old dreams

Submitted by Brianna on Tue, 02/12/2008 - 02:52

Footsteps gently fall
afraid to break the silence, shrouding
the noon sun in its blanket of
fading grey

This ruminating heart
wanders down its lonely path, visiting
the grave of long dead dreams
sleeping quietly

Ambivalent to awaken
these broken things so long asleep, and
reminiscing on these memories
lying still

The light that pours through open doors,
fails falling close to feelings, stored
among these things
aspired for

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