Lonely Cry

The train wails a lonely cry as the cars behind drone and screech metal on metal rumble rumble rumble squeal squeal wail wail wail rumble rumble rumble The house shakes from the vibration The roar groan permeates these thin walls and single panes of amplifying glass Faintly I hear the horn saying, GOOD BYEEEE, GOOOD…

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The Sandbox Writing Challenge 36 — Lonely part 2

https://promptlings.wordpress.com/2016/04/19/the-sandbox-writing-challenge-36-lonely/ What makes you feel lonely?   What makes me feel lonely is the realization that someone I love is not listening, so why bother talking anymore I have a toddler to cuddle, children to talk to, friends to commiserate with cats to confuse me and strangers to meet who will feign interest if only…

The Sandbox Writing Challenge 36 — Lonely part 1 (revised)

https://promptlings.wordpress.com/2016/04/19/the-sandbox-writing-challenge-36-lonely/ What makes you feel lonely? Sitting thinking on a bench waiting for a milk scented cheek to rest upon hugs from chubby arms and sticky hands I crave this love that is lacking I have been forgotten it will rain soon and I'll be washed away into the grass Waiting for anyone to notice…

Slamming the Door on a Dream

A door slammed and heavy footsteps woke me my eyes flew open as consciousness hit me in the head. The dream of my friend turning himself into a frog and my arguing with my mother over the size of the container we put him in in the kitchen of my old house made me realize…

Mimic

My Bear coughed Girlie mimicked the coughing kaugh! kaugh! kaugh! kau! kau! she's supposed to be sleeping, but talking quietly to her feet works during naptime

Vivid Dreams

Everything was so realistic but wrong, the bathroom was in the wrong place the windows on the wrong sides of the cute little house and the furniture was not mine, neither were the plants. My actual former landlady and I had a minor argument about plant ownership. "What a cute pot," she pointed to the…

Running in my dreams

My fears become terrors my worries become reality I lose what is most precious as I search my self conscious for a lost child, lost photographs things I knew I saw when I was awake yesterday. I can't make myself wake but when I do the panic is still there though reality quickly seeps into…