Escapes and Entrances

A sleepless ghost opens a window. His hands reach into mouths of the living for another chance at life. His shadow reaches for a pen and scribbles through her hands. Fourteen pages line the floor with spilled fragments of thought. She kisses her muse goodbye and waits for another escape from life. He dives six feet into darkness.

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2 comments so far

  1. noahthegreat on

    For those of you that don’t know, fiction in 58 is an exercise ThomG came up with.

    I did it by my word processor, Bean, so the count might be by characters, but I think only Word does that.

  2. ThomG on

    No, this works very well. I think it is cohesive, a story. Not poetry. Build on it. See which words can stay and which need to go. That will lead to economy and with heighten the images and description.


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