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Zack cont…

Synopsis: Michelle had been hearing voices. She was looking around the art room to see if anyone else had heard them as well, only one boy, Zack seemed to notice. They begin an interaction.

She paused, pressed her palms into her olive complexion
ran her hands past her cheek… over hear ears
through her hair… and down the back of her neck
trying to ease some of the tension that was beginning to build up inside of her.

She looked back up at Zack,
whose black eyebrows,
which matched his hair and any clothing he ever wore,
were furrowed in concern.

Michelle smiled, got up,
and placed her hand
upon his cool, slippery leather jacketed shoulder.
She talked quietly into his milky-white ear:

“I just don’t think…
she gave herself a pause to think
she couldn’t tell him
she was hearing voices

“I just don’t think
I got enough sleep or something,
She pulled away
daring herself to looking at him.

She searched his face for understanding.
It worked. She found what she was looking for.
His eyebrows relaxed.
He smiled and nodded.

Satisfied,
Michelle nodded in return,
got up, and then made her way
to the teacher’s desk.

Had she been stuck in a maze,
it may have been just as complicated.
The room was overcrowded with
wooden tables and black-topped silver stools.

Zack

Synopsis: Michelle had been hearing voices. She was looking around the art room to see if anyone else had heard them as well.

No one indicated anything. They were so engaged in their art
they didn’t even seem to notice the storm outside.
Not only that, but they were so engaged with their conversations,
they seemed to ignore their art.

This was typical for young adults,
just barely entering their teens.
More often than not they have a hard time realizing
there is a whole world outside of themselves.

Instead, like many school children
who do not value the opportunity of a free education,
they were more focused on discussing the weather
and other popular gossip of the day.

Zack,
a boy in which Michelle had become quite found of,
over the last several months,
must have seen her emotions betray her
for he asked if she was okay.

Michelle looked into his eyes
which always reminded her of Robin’s eggs,
except instead of containing a hard outer shell
his baby blues could break through any barrier.

His piercing stare always made her feel uncomfortable,
so she never looked into his eyes for long.
“Yeah” she said shaking her head,
as if trying to shake the voices out as well
“I think I just need a drink…”

She paused, pressed her palms into her olive complexion
ran her hands past her cheek… over hear ears
through her hair… and down the back of her neck
trying to ease some of the tension that was beginning to build up inside of her.

Writing Tip 1

Preface:
There may be days
when I am busy working on something else.
– Researching what I am writing.
– Thinking about what I am writing.
– Seeing if I want it to go from where I have it,
or seeing if I want to scrap what I wrote and start over.

On these days,
I will post writing tips
rather than the next chapter/day of
my writing.

Tip #1 – Dated 6/3/2016

Set up a specific time to write
each day.

Start Small, fifteen minutes,
and build up as able.

I have found that one hour,
on average,
is good for me.

Occasionally, I get into
a two to three hour
writing marathon.

Much more than that,
however,
makes me wordy
and rambling.

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