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Caitlyn Mulcahy


I write on my laptop, I write on my books, I write on my hands. Best of all, I write in my head. Constantly. I'm never not writing. What do you think dreams are? Your brain writing its own stories while you are sleeping.

The Girl With The Crimson Hair

June 12, 2015



My crimson hair danced in the cool breeze, I distractedly pulled a strand between my teeth and continued reading. I closed my eyes and imagined the beautiful land within my book. Field upon field of perfect yellow flowers, I stood and wandered through the fields. Lifting my hand I let the breeze pull me in the direction it wanted me to go. I tumbled gracefully through the knee length grass, fingers teasing and grabbing at the blades. I tripped, my heart beat faster, and landed on my back. I laughed joyfully as I spread my arms through the tall, verdant green grass.

I opened my eyes and smiled back down at my book. Chewing on the straw like strand of hair, I continued reading, leaving my little fantasy behind. 


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