Standing shoulder to shoulder, it was impossible to get an accurate body count. Colorful banners and hand-painted signs gave the spectacle an almost festive atmosphere, only the fierceness of the protesters belied that illusion. Angry voices drowned out the riot squad bullhorns telling them to disperse. Like a runaway steamroller, a wave of people surged [...]
All posts tagged 100 Word Song
We all want to change the world
Posted by Tara R. on May 21, 2012
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Final flight
Climbing the rock face, shards of slate dislodging and tumbling to the earth, all I feel is numb. My fingertips search for crimps as I ascend. Their urns, wrapped inside my pack, thump against my back urging me upward. They say I’m brave for returning to the scene, wanting to scatter their ashes from the [...]
Posted by Tara R. on April 18, 2012
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Runaway
It’s been a struggle. Somewhere amid the drama and tragedy, we lost each other. So focused on winning the battle, we began fighting our own little skirmishes apart. But I needed you, needed your strength, your calm and reason. In this lull, let’s runaway together. Sneak off to a secret haven, just us two. No [...]
Posted by Tara R. on April 6, 2012
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Broken
I just needed some time to think. Time away from you, away from everything. You were my life and that life ended when you walked out. Will you miss me? Will you even notice I’m gone, or even care? I didn’t let anyone know where I was going, so there’s no telling how long it’ll [...]
Posted by Tara R. on March 29, 2012
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A little faith
I know your journey was long and dark. That you felt lost and alone, but I was always close by your side. You never saw me, but I was there you should stumble or fall. You had to make this journey on your own. Had to find your solitary path, to know you were strong [...]
Posted by Tara R. on March 8, 2012
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Necessary obligation
An obligation few people could understand meant cleaning up messes even when they weren’t his. A fine dusting of talcum powder death was washed off the glass table top. Rotten air, exhaled by contaminated lungs, black with lies, swept out the doorway. His meticulous attention to detail an attempt to erase all evidence of her [...]
Posted by Tara R. on February 15, 2012
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