This was freaking hard. But anyway so:

He smells like soap and sunscreen and soul-mates. Everything about him is effortless.
He belongs in a stone city with narrow, windy streets.
I do this to people on trains. I like to think they do it to me too.
I think somehow he knows. Shit, he’s seen me staring.

Okay, here’s my attempt:

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We were laid on the grass together, the sun bright in our eyes. I turned my head to look at him. The wind blew his blonde hair across him face. He was perfectly still, his ash blue eyes staring. He turned to meet my gaze.

“I killed her,” he said.
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I dunno.

@dinosaurface Twist! I saw that going in another direction.

@lysserneyy Your comment made me imagine someone doing a crossword puzzle, looking up only to ask, “Is blood-stained one or two words?” I found this situation humorous for some reason.

Another attempt to call my own:

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The tower was without purpose, though its allure was immense. Presently, it sheltered a vagrant, with whom I had once spoken.

“Why do you watch my tower?”

I found answer impossible.

“Leave, child, and live.”

I left, but later returned, resolving to stay there until I had uncovered his meaning.

Once I ate the banana, the ritual was complete. I had become one of them. One of the secret order of fruit. Over the next six years we traveled the world punishing those who abused the fruit. We adopted all tomatoes in the kingdom and left justice in our wake.

@dinosaurface I love this!

These are so inspiring. I think I’ll attempt this on my flight tomorrow and post the result.

I love him.
But not in a romantic way.
In a ‘he’s my baby brother and I would kill for him’ way.
But then one day I was gone.
And I think about him everyday and love him more and more.
One day we will see each other again.
Promise.

I have never heard a more clear dial tone, like the ring of a gun shot in my ears. I can’t touch the buttons. They’re surrounded by a mental force-field, rather than a physical, that I feel in my gut. My finger climbs the mountain of each number.

“Hi, Grandma.”

Here’s my attempt:

Her hands felt cold in mine as we lay there on the warm ground. Both of us lay on our sides, staring into each other’s eyes. I could see the world behind me reflected in her deep blue eyes.
“Is it over?” She said.
“Yes.” I said clenching her hand.

In a moment, my world came crashing down. What was the point of living without her? There wasn’t point. But a little voice in me rose, saying ‘There are many things worth living for.’ But did I listen? No. Grief overtook me and I plunged the dagger into my chest.

I never understood the logic behind their thinking.
why would my parents stay together, if it meant arguing all the time?
they wanted me to grow up with two parents because it’s healthy, but instead I escaped to the internet to escape my family problems.
maybe I’ll find answers here.

I hope you know that I am doing this for your own good. I want you to be happy! I do not want you to be put through misery any longer. There. It is finished. I have officially cleared the rumor about you making out with potatoes in your bedroom.