A sunday afternoon, January 1st

A sunday afternoon, January 1st

A Story by Elise
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I wouldn't call these stories, I'm not sure what I'd call them. I have a book called the writers book of days, every day it gives you a different topic. So here is the first of many short pieces.

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Glassy eyes glued to a barrage of images, pancaked in my bed I shift uncomfortably, a parade of thoughts, things undone wafting endlessly over me. A failed attempt to rise, to not procrastinate. Blankets pulled up higher, volume turned up. Thoughts drowned, glassy eyed I stare.

© 2016 Elise


Author's Note

Elise
Each of these pieces are un edited and raw, I write the first thing that comes to mind, I write to write, to write and write.

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Added on January 16, 2016
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Elise
Elise

Adelaide, Australia



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My name's Elise, I'm 27 and I live in South Australia, I haven't written anything in a really long time but I'm hoping be it this year, next year or however long it takes I can escape back into my own.. more..

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