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Willamay

12
Writings
3
Followers
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Following

Willamay

12
Writings
3
Followers
3
Following
High Above the City

Willamay

1 min read

High above the city, I flew


Buildings scraping the sky

Reaching for something more


High above the city, I flew


Fog obscuring passersby

Hiding smiles tired and sore


High above the city I flew


Falling away like lies

An enormous downpour


High above the city I flew


I cry

No more...

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Carvings in Stone

Willamay

1 min read

Hs stood on the cliff. The wind assaulted his person, catching under his hat and blowing it off. He snatched it out of the air.


Slowly, he brought his hand down and rested it on his horse’s neck. He turned his head to look at the mountains rising up from the gorge.


The early morning light rounded their edges, making them seem gentle. He knew better. Carved circular patterns traced their open f...

Lace

Willamay

1 min read

It is easier to tell someone the truth when you can’t see their face


For the judgement you fear you might see takes up all the space


And though that fear is sometimes as impractical as lace


It is still easier to tell someone the truth when you can’t see their face...

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The Pack

Willamay

3 min read

My shoes slapped on the wet concrete tiles as I ran like the wind towards the house. I could feel the grasses edging the path reaching out and brushing my jeans like the fingers of a ghost.

I had been running for a couple minutes, and my breath was burning in my lungs. The crisp morning air didn’t help as I tried unsuccessfully to calm down.

It was fine. Everything was fine. I would make it back i...

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The Shades of Night

Willamay

1 min read

I drove out to the deserted town on the outskirts of the city. It was my hang-out place, my place to just be alone with my thoughts. I parked my car and got out, leaving the door open. The sky would soon be changing colors, my favorite part of the night. I hauled myself onto the roof of my car using the floor as a step stool. Reaching down, I closed the car door and settled down. My head rested on...

Unsuccessful Revenge

Willamay

2 min read

The sun beat down on me in the backyard as I sat a safe distance away from the pool. My human was talking with the other human who was too tall and came over too much for my liking, and I was watching them like a mama cat.

Soon though, I lost interest. Humans were boring and these ones did nothing but talk. I got up and inspected the purple flowers growing on a bush in the corner. They were prett...

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The Stillness of a Sunset

Willamay

3 min read

The first thing I did when I got home was collapse on the couch. Today is the first day in a while where I have multiple hours of free time in a row, and I have no idea what to do.

I clasped my hands behind my head, slouched, and looked up at the ceiling. I pondered my options.

I could watch a show, or I could read a book. I could take a nap or do a workout.

I looked outside, as if the answer to ...

Unmasked

Willamay

3 min read

I slumped in my chair, staring at the clock on the wall. One minute never felt so long. I swung my pencil back and forth between my fingers while my knee bounced up and down agitatedly.

My eyes bored holes into the second hand, and finally, finally! The bell rang just as my pre-calc teacher announced the homework. I jumped up, snatched the worksheet, grabbed my backpack, and was out of the classr...

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It’ll Be Okay

Willamay

3 min read

(Wanna Facetime?)


The text from my best friend lit up my phone screen in the darkness of 12:30am. I opened it and didn’t even bother responding before pressing “Facetime.”

I smiled, and he immediately started laughing. This was typically how our interactions started off, but after the fit of laughing died down, it became solemn. It was the very early morning of the last day of summer, after all. ...

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The Library

Willamay

3 min read

The rain pattered against the windows as I sat on my beanbag chair, rewatching my favorite TV show.

The main character was reading a book in a pretty library, but I guess rewatching a show I already knew every word of wasn’t particularly exciting though, because soon I found myself drifting off.


When I woke, the first thing I noticed was the smell. Old books. I furrowed my brow. That wasn’t what...