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rainbowfic2015-01-25 10:09 pm
dark_kana) wrote in rainbowfic2015-01-25 10:09 pm
Spilt ink 23 - Photography - glitter
Name: Kana
Title: No words
Story: Circle never ends
Characters: Freya
Colors: Spilt ink 23. No one knows where the words come from and if someone tells you that they do, they're lying.
Supplies and Styles: Photography – Glitter (Sometimes you just have to try, even though you know it won't work." – Junot Diaz)
Word count: 378
Rating: PG
Summary: She just wants to write…
Notes: Constructive criticism is, as always, welcome
Writing. There is nothing she wants to do more. Just writing. Clear her mind, her thoughts, her heart. She just wants to write. Write it out all of her system. Needs to get it out.
Scream. Perhaps she can do that. Scream. And get it all out that way. But that is not her. That is not like her. She cannot scream. Not like she would want to.
The only things she can do, is write. It is the only thing she can decently do.
But apparently, not now.
She just sits there. Pen and paper next to her. A blank page open in Word on her laptop. Her fingers ready at the keyboard.
But no words appear. Not one. No matter how hard she tries. How hard she actually wants to, how hard she actually needs to... She can't get herself to write.
Sighing she closes her eyes. There is so much. So much inside her that needs to get out. Pain and anger and sadness and confusion. And it needs out. She needs to get it out. But she can't. The words won't come. No matter how hard she tries. The words won't come.
Frustrated she closes her laptop. Puts away pen and paper. It won't work. Not tonight.
She wonders how it is possible. There is so much living inside her. So much. She has the words. Deep down, it feels as if the words are there. Ready to get out, ready to be put on paper. Yet when she tries to... Blank. Everything as blank as the paper or her screen filled with a Word sheet. Blank. When she tries to write it all down, there are no words. Not even deep in her. She cannot form the words that she can feel are there. She cannot write down all she is feeling inside. And that only results in more anger, more pain, more sadness, more frustration.
Shaking her head, she puts on the kettle, boiling water. A cup of tea, a hot water bottle and a fleece blanket. A feel good movie. And a huge piece of chocolate. Sometimes, that helps. A little. Not like writing usually helps. But sometimes, it is enough. She wonders if it will be the case this evening...
Title: No words
Story: Circle never ends
Characters: Freya
Colors: Spilt ink 23. No one knows where the words come from and if someone tells you that they do, they're lying.
Supplies and Styles: Photography – Glitter (Sometimes you just have to try, even though you know it won't work." – Junot Diaz)
Word count: 378
Rating: PG
Summary: She just wants to write…
Notes: Constructive criticism is, as always, welcome
Writing. There is nothing she wants to do more. Just writing. Clear her mind, her thoughts, her heart. She just wants to write. Write it out all of her system. Needs to get it out.
Scream. Perhaps she can do that. Scream. And get it all out that way. But that is not her. That is not like her. She cannot scream. Not like she would want to.
The only things she can do, is write. It is the only thing she can decently do.
But apparently, not now.
She just sits there. Pen and paper next to her. A blank page open in Word on her laptop. Her fingers ready at the keyboard.
But no words appear. Not one. No matter how hard she tries. How hard she actually wants to, how hard she actually needs to... She can't get herself to write.
Sighing she closes her eyes. There is so much. So much inside her that needs to get out. Pain and anger and sadness and confusion. And it needs out. She needs to get it out. But she can't. The words won't come. No matter how hard she tries. The words won't come.
Frustrated she closes her laptop. Puts away pen and paper. It won't work. Not tonight.
She wonders how it is possible. There is so much living inside her. So much. She has the words. Deep down, it feels as if the words are there. Ready to get out, ready to be put on paper. Yet when she tries to... Blank. Everything as blank as the paper or her screen filled with a Word sheet. Blank. When she tries to write it all down, there are no words. Not even deep in her. She cannot form the words that she can feel are there. She cannot write down all she is feeling inside. And that only results in more anger, more pain, more sadness, more frustration.
Shaking her head, she puts on the kettle, boiling water. A cup of tea, a hot water bottle and a fleece blanket. A feel good movie. And a huge piece of chocolate. Sometimes, that helps. A little. Not like writing usually helps. But sometimes, it is enough. She wonders if it will be the case this evening...
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