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In the history of language, the first obscenity was silence. And yet there they were, in the post-script of history, lost on the side of the road, silent, empty, closed off to each other
Selena sat against a rusty car and sighed. The morning sky had lost much of its dusty orange tinge and the breeze was warm enough for her to remove a few layers of clothing. Unlike Lucius, she was losing faith in the existence of the waterfall. No the road or the distance, it seemed the flatlands that stood between them and the distant mountains were insurmountable. But they had to go somewhere. They had to try.
For the last three days, she had hear no other voice but the wind's. Even her own inner voice was muted, indistinct. To distract herself, Selene imagined herself as the protagonist from those old books she had found in the ruins of a school. They told tales of strange creatures like butterflies and birds and rabbits, of children getting lost in forests, of families and farms and prairies. How wonderful it must have been, she thought, to live in such a world.
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Aug 22, 2023, 6:03 PM
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Title Begin Again
In the history of language, the first obscenity was silence. And yet there they were, in the post-script of history, lost on the side of the road, silent, empty, closed off to each other
Selena sat against a rusty car and sighed. The morning sky had lost much of its dusty orange tinge and the breeze was warm enough for her to remove a few layers of clothing. Unlike Lucius, she was losing faith in the existence of the waterfall. No the road or the distance, it seemed the flatlands that stood between them and the distant mountains were insurmountable. But they had to go somewhere. They had to try.
For the last three days, she had hear no other voice but the wind's. Even her own inner voice was muted, indistinct. To distract herself, Selene imagined herself as the protagonist from those old books she had found in the ruins of a school. They told tales of strange creatures like butterflies and birds and rabbits, of children getting lost in forests, of families and farms and prairies. How wonderful it must have been, she thought, to live in such a world.
Work type Narrative, Essay
Tags narrative, creative writing, short story, flash fiction
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Entry date Aug 22, 2023, 6:03 PM UTC
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Author 100.00 %. Holder Cecilia Lovos. Date Aug 22, 2023.
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