Following a character

The more I write about a character (follow them and ask them questions), the more they reveal themselves to me. I have this character called Deo in one of my stories, and thought I knew him well, but I am discovering this man is more mysterious than I thought. He has a story to tell; something he is hiding.

I think I will ask him what it is. Or hope he tells me, at least if he considers me his friend. I just hope I could deal with whatever he reveals.

# 8 DESERTING THIS DAY OF HURT

For a moment, she stood there on the front porch, alone, her arms draped around her body.  The bottom of her eyes felt heavy.  Hoping the east wind too calm her heart, her eyes it drenched instead.

“DESERTING THIS DAY OF HURT”

Copyright © 2016 Annmarie Deen & David Alexian

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# 6 DESERTING THIS DAY OF HURT

The handrails painted gold, the staircase tiled with stones. There was a little play park to the left in the yard.  No children there at the moment, but it looked nice.

 

“DESERTING THIS DAY OF HURT”

Copyright © 2016 Annmarie Deen & David Alexian

All rights reserved.

# 4 DESERTING THIS DAY OF HURT

For she wasn’t, she wasn’t living here.  For if she was, it will have only meant one thing.

 

“DESERTING THIS DAY OF HURT”

Copyright © 2016 Annmarie Deen & David Alexian

All rights reserved.

Poem # 1: STANDING AT THE JUNCTION

If only life was just, my existence would not have been plagued with so much pain, with so much hurt.

The fiery skies of shadows and torment, with parch earth, opens its mouth and releases confusion.

Flash fiction #6

Sitting on the chair, my eyes closed. The vision reappeared.
“What do you see, Jane?” Dr. Henry asked.
“It’s the woman, the umbrella, and the water, there are no colours.”
“Do you see the buildings? Are they still there?”
I could hear his mind, analysing all that rattled from my head.

Stalked to Stalker

Sometimes Silver Linings are Blue

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Since I was stalked by a stalker…

I memorize your face within a few moments of seeing you.
I recognize your cologne and whether it’s heavy, normal or faintly worn.
I observe you before I enter a surrounding to see what you’re doing.
I repeat your license plate number, color, type of car you drive.
I carry at least one weapon with me at all times.
I wear a baseball cap so I can pull it down low and blend in.
I read, watch and listen to experts talk about ways to escape an assault.
I analyze everything I hear you say to learn more about you.

Now it seems I’m the stalker   


Carisa Adrienne

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