This has been sat in my folder for a while, the more personal the tale the harder it is to post.
Language is much more than the words we say. Language is the meaning behind those words, both the literal definition and the meaning we put on it ourselves. ‘Yes’ indicates the positive but said in the right tone of voice it can mean the very opposite. ‘Literally’ used in certain ways can mean ‘figuratively’ – but I’m not here to argue about the benefits of a language that grows and changes with its speakers.
As an asexual person I can’t use the words ‘hot’ or ‘sexy’. I’m not saying that I’ve been prohibited from using those words; this is all my own problem. It’s just that they make me uncomfortable; they feel wrong on my tongue. But I still find people attractive, just because I don’t feel sexual attraction doesn’t mean I can’t appreciate a nice face.
I'm a big proponent on the to-do list and playing with form in writing.
Lists are a great tool to organise your thoughts. Lists can be as long or as short as you need to get yourself in order. This list was fairly short but really solidified the task at hand.
I'm not really sure what this is.
It was the beginning of the green hour, the sky darkening rapidly. Emily scampered inside to avoid the twilight minutes before the street lamps flickered on and illuminated the deep emerald of the sky.
The birds had begun chirping somewhere in the middle of the pink hour, relentless in their demands for food that she could not provide. She had spent the intervening few hours picking scraps from the floor and placing them into a small, ragged bag. She had barely enough when she sprinkled it on the floor of the cage. The birds were on it immediately, fighting over the meagre crumbs she could scrape up from outside the bakery.
The world sucks right now so this is a little flight of fancy.
When the world felt like it had turned upside down Sheila liked to indulge in old habits. The burn of a cheeky cigarette, a whole bottle of wine gone in an evening, a grease-soaked takeaway. The little things that she denied herself most of the time.
The world felt all twisted up, like she was living in a parallel universe where people spewed hate without fear of retribution. She had taken to watching the news like it was a horror film. A whole bottle of wine only gave her a headache and didn’t calm her mood.
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