Tag: #31DaysofArt2020
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31 Days of Art, Day 25: Cemetery
To me, cemeteries have always seemed peaceful places, where the dead are respected and loved. And so, this came out way more personal essay and journal reflection-y.
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31 Days of Art, Day 23: Slither
Welcome to Slither, the game where you slide your way to victory! Find your way around your opponent to the other side of the board. First one there, wins!
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31 Days of Art, Day 22: Elegance
The words… well, they wouldn’t matter as much, would they? Some trite pablum, forgiveness or penance, it was all the same.
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31 Days of Art, Day 15: Holes
I was organizing my underwear into neat little rolls, just like in the book, folding and rolling and stacking so I could easily see at a glance what I had. Oddly satisfying. I looked up at the photo and paused, my sturdy cotton panties dangling from my hand. Because there was a hole in the…
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31 Days of Art, Day 14: Chickens
Everything was still empty in both directions. There was just enough of a gap for him to swing the beast around.
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31 Days of Art, Day 13: Symbiotic
It was Gerry’s turn to have the luck. She’d been pretty patient while Linda’d hung on to it for what had ended up being three weeks past her fair share. Gerry hadn’t minded. Linda had a younger man on the hook, Mr. Arnold Jefferson from two units down, and she’d wanted the luck to make…
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31 Days of Art, Day 12: Tangled
Under the waves, so cold and dark Drifting along in the brine, The little fish nudges the cold, blue skin All wrapped in the soft, green vine.
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31 Days of Art, Day 11: Hair
My brain started in with all the classic symptoms of overthinking my way into stagnating and giving up, and I wondered if what I was doing was even any good. Are these worth anything? Is what I’m putting out there going to show anyone that I’m a writer? Or worthy of editing other people’s horror…
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31 Days of Art, Day 10: Spiders
You all may have noticed there was no Day 9 yesterday. That’s pretty much thanks to the migraine I’ve been fighting the past two days. I do have meds I can take, and it makes it almost bearable to get work done, but I gave myself a break and let it go. I was actually…
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31 Days of Art, Day 8: Eviscerate
The normal sounds of the empty house settled back in. Mella held her breath just a few moments more, but the kids’ screaming had vanished.
Rachel A. Brune 