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So I'm taking a creative writing class in school and this is one of the poems I wrote for an assignment (it was required to be an anaphora poem, so the repetition was, of course, necessary). Although a lot of school writing is generally fake or bs'd, I actually liked this one.
"I dare you." "How old do you think we are, five?" "I said I dare you." "Fine." She stretches out her arms and closes her eyes, she counts to five before she dives. She plunges into the icy cold water but instead of rising up she sinks and sinks until she's touching the bottom.
Short Story | Updated Dec 16, 2012 | Reads: 27 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Your mind, your senses, your body...All become so intense at the end of the day that you observe everything, you travel with your mind, you dream and your body curls up embracing the the sounds of the night....embracing an adventure.
Just enjoying the weather.