assorted writings

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similar to the 100 one-shots challenge, but with other words, maybe poetry too, and n themes: as far as I can go. because my first language is portuguese, though, I'm more likely to write my flash fiction on my phone and just keep it there, and on portuguese. also, this is very old (the idea, I mean, and the first two posts, the ones I actually put effort on and coded neatly).

little guide to my "challenge"
.you can post, no problem
.inspire yourself, but do not copy me
.feel free to use these words as themes for yourself, no need to ask; they are just words

themes
.poetry
.decadence
.curiosities
.pure
.hiss
.silence
.finite
.sacred
.endless
.blink
.strange
.irony
.freedom
.inertia

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[noun \\ poet¦ry \\ /ˈpəʊɪtri/]
A quality of beauty and intensity of emotion regarded as characteristic of poems

Juliet
(308 words \\ 100% complete \\ romance)

_____Her tears were forming a puddle with his blood. She sighed one more time, and looked up at the sky. It was dawn, and such beauty shouldn't be allowed. Not that day. Not when her first and only love died. All those days planning. For what? They had gone so far, and he ended up dead, on a cold forest. That's not fair, she thought, as another silent tear was shed. Life's not fair, Juliet. She could hear her mother's voice, but that thought sounded weak, as the last cry of a dying bird. She felt the salt in her lips, her eyes were closed. She was trying to forget how her loved one looked when dead. She didn't want that sight. She didn't want to remember him as a stiff corpse. She tried to remember how he looked when alive. His hair was very soft, and her fingers used to make paths through them everytime they met.
_____His lips were forming a smile, a beautiful smile. She had kissed those lips so many times. His kisses were warm and delicate, but only when he wanted. Sometimes they were fierce, as if he wanted her to be his, and only his. And she was. She wouldn't ever be someone else's.
_____That's it, it was gone. If she didn't think of him as dead, he wouldn't be. Her hands looked for the dagger. It was familiar and the weight made her comfortable. She created an image of it with her thumb. The ruby, shaped as a heart. A woman's weapon. It was supposed to never be used.
_____Her heart was light as never before. The cold metal made its way through soft skin. The blood was warm. Alive. Beautiful. The blade found a gap between the bones under her breast. She had a smile when she died.
_____"I'm going."

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[noun \\ free¦dom \\ /ˈfriːdəm/]
the power or right to act, speak, or think as one wants

wings
(12 words \\ 100% complete \\ poetry)

words are wind

yes.

but have you ever tried to hold wind?

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blink

a light insisted on blinking, bright red, as if there was someone there to see it and complete all procedures. a stupid fish stared at it, mesmerized. that was all the attention that emergency light would receive.

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oddity number thirteen
ufos fall from the sky every single day. they rarely bring aliens with them, and even if they do, they rarely are seen. if they are seen, it rarely is by me.
but with three hundred and sixty five ufos a year, three times rarely still means I can collect a few oddities. that cute albino baby is too large to be from here. that fairy picture online is not fake. I know, because they are my oddities number three and seven.
today, I've collected number thirteen.
she has my last name.

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a challenge by DeMaizu
Inertia and Hindsight
"Looking back, captain", the lieutenant said casually, just to break the silence, "that wasn't the best decision we could have made."
"Oh, really?", he replied full of sarcasm. "Tell me more about it. I thought it was your job to stop me from carrying on stupid decisions."
She interrupted the captain before he could continue his rant. "Well, captain, I did try. I was remembering similar situations. When I did, though, it was already irreversible."
Silence fell once again.
"Go on, say something now, captain. I can't recall a situation where you didn't have anything to say."
"Then, lieutenant, you should look back once again and find a situation where a wrecked submarine was fixed within five minutes. Because that's how much time we have left in here."
Captain I. Nercia, without being stopped, kept on ranting for five minutes. Lieutenant H. Indsight could, in fact, escape the submarine, but she remembered the last time she saved the captain. That had been the worst decision of her life.