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That big work in progress is big work in progressing. Share a snippet of yours? <3 “In the field terraces of Lapu-Lapu, built in layers on the cliffside, laborers toiled at harvest. As they worked, they sang, and their melodies were in turn carried by passing villagers until one summer day when Kin caught it in a breeze. Of all the things of the past that had burned and broken, it was a love song that survived.”
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Foox21h
I could share! “Green–the color of sage, England, and very. He was a well-dressed man and had the money for it. His hair was always slicked back, unlike his brother’s always raggedy mop.” ... “Square shoulders and a firm jaw that was always clenched, keeping back words he’d share among us after a meeting. You couldn’t tell just by looking at him, but Antheas cursed like a sailor around friends.”
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Oooo this is a fun description. Is it bad that I like this guy?? And I do love the name--I think it fits him very well.
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Foox21h
Yes, the mc is talking about an old friend and he is a good guy dont worry😂 Thank you, I came up with the name kind of on the spot a couple days ago
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Jeje Li18h
How had this become his life? Tunji swatted tiny flying bodies away from his face. Laid out outside the kitchen patio and mowed down to keep the summer’s peace, was the long rectangular garden that he still thought of as a pitch too short to be of any use to real sports. When the estate agent had left them to look around, Maya had described it as a perfect little garden. He snorted at the memory. If you couldn’t grow anything with it or play football on it, what was the point?
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Haha, Tunji has it out for that garden! I’m sensing he’s listless or down. This definitely feels like summer to me, and of being too dull or too annoyed to move. Thank you, Jeje, for sharing. <3
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She stood slowly and began to wander the shop, running her fingers along book spines without really reading the titles. The simple activity seemed to calm her slightly. After a few moments, she called back: “This is strange. I came here expecting… I don’t know, some kind of guru or therapist. Someone with certificates on the wall and a couch. But this feels more like…” She paused, looking around at the plants and the lightly harnessed chaos. “Like a place where things just… exist. Without having to be fixed or categorized or solved.” She picked up a book, opened it randomly, closed it again. “Is that intentional? The way everything here just… is what it is?” Eiran didn’t look up from his hands as they filled a tea satchet with dried things. “I don’t really have a need for a filing system,” Eiran said, tending to the tea. “I’ve never walked into a wood and decided it has poor design sense.” She stopped moving and turned to look at him, a small smile crossing her face for the first time since she walked in. “Oh… no, I suppose I don’t critique trees for not being in alphabetical order either.” She set the book back down gently. “That’s actually… refreshing. My life has so many boxes with labels. My daughter’s addiction, my marriage, my mother’s opinions about both…” She was beckoned again to the chair by the fire as her tea steeped. “I keep thinking there must be a right system, a right approach, a right way to handle all of this. But maybe…” A sigh. “Maybe some things just are what they are. Maybe my daughter’s choices are hers, and my choices are mine, and trying to organize them into some perfect solution is like… like trying to alphabetize the forest.” This thought brewed in silence for a long moment.
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“The lightly harnessed chaos.” The idea that something can just exist without being alphabetized. Maybe it’s this season of life for me but this snippet felt both very personal AND universal with cozy imagery as the cherry on top. Thanks so much for sharing.
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This would be a great thread for the forum.
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Oh that would be fun. I haven’t gone on the website version in a bit (which I think only has the experimental tab) and I should explore that more. 🤘🏽