#febwritingchallenge

[writerjaylong]

She wraps all she has to lose inside a broken halo. Pins all her cares to a wall of dreams with the dagger left in her back. She sees tomorrow as an escape route from the maze of endless days. She's high on hope, drunk on love and she's never coming down. #howhigh for the @writerjaylong #FebWritingChallenge #jaylong #poetry #poem #quotes #beautiful #love #picoftheday #bestoftheday #quoteoftheday #wordporn #spilledink #writerjaylong #jaylongquotes #writersofinstagram #poetsofinstagram #artistsofinstagram #authorsofinstagram

[writerjaylong]

So many underestimate the real value of a kiss. From friendship to love, it holds true meaning. The kiss speaks in silence, saying what words cannot. #realvalue for the @writerjaylong #FebWritingChallenge #kiss #poetry #poet #poem #jaylong #quotes #beautiful #love #kissing #writing #spilledink

[coffeewineandquills-blog]

#FebWritingChallenge: 13k words yesterday so here's a sample

"You can leave, you know," And the softness in his tone contrasts his words: it's a suggestion, not a command. "I'd understand. If all this is too fucked up for you, you can leave. I won't hold it against you." He runs a finger around the rim of his glass. "You wouldn't be the first." "You're not...angry with me?" I know I'm staring, but I'm trying to work him out. If our roles were reversed and an almost total stranger had started looking through my personal items - and I'd caught them in the act - I would be less than civil with asking them to kindly get the fuck out and not come back. But his tone and body language hold no ire; he sounds sad as opposed to angry. He sighs and stares down into his glass. “No, Jules, I'm not. You were curious,” he shrugs. “I would be, too. I know the way I act is pretty messed up. I don't blame you for wondering.”

[coffeewineandquills-blog]

Extract from ‘Before the Dawn’ #FebWritingChallenge

Conditioned to acquiesce to anything the man said to him, Jody shook his head and tightened his grip on the gun. Around him, everyone tensed. The air was thick and charged, and Jody was in no doubt that all of the weapons pointed at him had their safety catches off. One wrong move and he would end up with a bullet in his head. But at that moment, he found he didn't care at all.

"Why didn't you look for me?" 

The words came spilling out before he could stop them, and with a sudden rush of emotion he hadn't felt in weeks he gripped the gun properly, his finger curling over the trigger, and pointed it directly at Clarice's heart. With the other hand he unlocked the safety and let it snap forwards. Multiple people drew in shocked, tense breaths and he could sense the SWAT team inching closer. He could almost taste his own death at the end of one of their guns. The tears that had threatened ever since he woke to blue lights and terror finally spilled down his cheeks in burning streams and he repeated himself, his voice growing simultaneously in confidence and distress. 

"Why didn't you look for me? You looked for the rest of them. What did I do wrong? Why wasn't I important? Why did nobody try to find me? Why?" The last word was a helpless, distressed cry punched from him and he drew in a shaky breath, fighting sobs. Clarice is watching him and, to her credit, hasn't backed away or dropped her gaze even for a moment. "Why didn't anyone realise I was gone?"

[sexyliberatedbrown]

Check One!

*** I'm participating in a writing challenge for the month of February and since I don't have a blog this is the platform along with Instagram that I will be using**** It's three thirty in the afternoon and the dj on the radio has yet to play my favorite song. I spent the last dollar of my allowance on this 60 minute tape and if Ed Lover would stop talking maybe he'd play my song. "Girl, he's not gonna play that song you've been waiting for hours ( one hour exactly...) let's go outside and play double Dutch" "Just five more minutes and I know he's gonna play it" "and the next joint up is for the ladies, here's Tevin Campbell's "I'm ready" here on hot97" We all squealed and I pressed record. We all sang off key but I sang the loudest because Tevin Campbell is my man. My walls were adorned with his posters from WordUp! Magazines that I stole from supermarket trips with my grandma. I was going to be Mrs Tevin Campbell, forget Ashley Banks! That tape was played in my Walkman back and forth to school. I rewound that tape over and over and I even listened to it with you. The you that I smiled to during the morning announcements. The you, who I always chased after in freeze tag, the you who would trade your whole milk for my chocolate during lunch, the you that I got my hair straightened by the hot comb every night just to look pretty, the you that I crushed on since 4th grade. I finally have the courage to give you a letter and I'm anxiously waiting your reply. I'm here playing double Dutch watching you show your friends my note, what is taking you so long? "Did you give him the note?" "Yes" " what did he say? What did he say!" "I'm still waiting" "Oh oh oh here he comes" You looked so cute in your denim overalls, Nikes with the pump, and hi-top fade like Kid from KidNPlay "Here, see you back in class" "Ok" I take a deep breath and see the answer to the question that's been bothering me for weeks now The note simply read: Do you like me check one. You had three choices and you chose Yes. Sorry Tevin Campbell, Omar is my man now.