Simmer Down MAG

February 26, 2018
By CooperIsDad BRONZE, Mansfield, Georgia
CooperIsDad BRONZE, Mansfield, Georgia
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Favorite Quote:
"Words are the sworn enemy of poetry." - Russell Edson


The summer breeze was a warm blanket on those nights. The nights where the fire burned and fueled our dancing shadows. The nights where the muffled hooting of an owl lulled the moon with its serene songs. I kicked forward into the woods, alone this time. Trees etched over me cutting the guiding moonlight into slits. Her hut broke through the woods aggressively and nipped at my self control. My eyes fell cautiously onto the failing woodwork, tapered with thinning shingles and abusive bruises, wrapping the house in a thick patterned quilt. I peered through the window;
she still waited.


The author's comments:

This piece was a fictional recreation of a night I had camping when I was younger. My feelings are shown through the mood, setting, and tone. Hope you enjoy.


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on Mar. 5 at 9:38 am
JPritchett BRONZE, Madison, Georgia
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You have great talent

on Mar. 5 at 9:37 am
JPritchett BRONZE, Madison, Georgia
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Just kidding I love it

on Mar. 5 at 9:36 am
JPritchett BRONZE, Madison, Georgia
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100% garbage you are awful


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