Word #237

[arguingvitality.livejournal.com]

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Today's word is: Sun

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[jheri-miller.livejournal.com]

Title: Memories
Rating: PG
Word Count: 323


Memories of adoration and euphoria haunt my very being. Dreams and recollections have become one, and I cannot say that I regret that I cannot determine the difference between the two, anymore. There are some demons that I simply cannot bring myself to face; my psychological health and my ignorance are codependent.

Days became months. Months became years. I had hoped that the pain would vanish, but there is yet to be a moment that the ghosts and I part ways. They follow me into my slumber and throughout my day-to-day activities; a curse such as this is not meant for any one man to experience. Sanity and I became strangers long ago. I am aware of this, but it is not something that I have the strength to change.

I had once been a successful man, but that is in the distant past. Ironically, psychiatry was my profession. Bored housewives sought after my willingness to write prescriptions for anti-anxiety medications whilst college students came to obtain stimulants. It was very rare that I encountered people that truly needed the help that I had the ability to give them.

Guilt is perhaps the most frightening demon; it never fails to beat me into submission. She had never once asked me for help, but it should not have been necessary. The signs had been so very clear, yet I allowed my career to rule the life that I should have been spending with her. Her porcelain skin, once so perfect and beautiful, began to appear almost translucent. Her cerulean eyes lost all of the light in them, leaving them a dim shade of grey. At the time, it seemed so sudden, but in hindsight, she had given me so many opportunities to save her.

I inhaled deeply before opening the shade. I winced a bit as my eyes tried to adjust to the sun. She had always hated the sun. I closed the shade.

[nerocorleone.livejournal.com]

This is very, very short. But I guess, when the words read "end", then the text has to end.

She gets it and forgets it. Every time he tells her, she understands. Every time he leaves, the words lose their meaning.
“You are my sun”, he whispers in her ear, and her eyes sparkle like two of them. But then he is gone and she remembers – he prefers rainy days.

[whichwanderer]

Title: Let's Talk About the Weather
Fandom/original: Original
Rating: PG
Word count: 354

[established-fox.livejournal.com]

Title: Sun
Rating: G
Word Count: 102

There was something about the crest of gold filtering through dingy blinds that really pissed him off. Summer’s days were long and hot and Fred could have sworn that if a knife pressed against his skin salty sweat would bleed from his wound.

9 o’clock PM and the sun was still shining.

Fred wanted to curl himself into a ball, insert himself into his refrigerator and sleep like he had in his mother’s womb. The chill would unwind him, seep between his bones, freeze his fingernails, and steal his breath.

But Lord God in Heaven, would he be free of the Sun.