Takeacake (Jamaica) liked Running Away by casual.ties (New Zealand)
about 2 years ago
Takeacake (Jamaica) liked The Shack by baranananana (Australia)
about 2 years ago
Takeacake (Jamaica) liked Her Letter Beside My Flowers by Jolenify (Singapore)
over 2 years ago
Takeacake (Jamaica) published:
FREE WRITING
You're stuck like peanut butter
To the roof of my mouth. Yuck.
I wish I could scrape you off with
My sharp tongue or wash you down
With some cold milk.
But each time I smack my lips,
You make my gums even stickier.
You're gross, you're clingy, you're annoying.
You're giving me bad breath, too.
So, why do I keep eating you?
Maybe it's because I like that you can be eaten in spoonfuls
And that you don't mind...
almost 3 years ago
Takeacake (Jamaica) published:
PROMPT: Everyday Magic
Kary crouched behind the makeshift starting line of chalk. He was in sprinting position; palms parallel to the concrete, eyes facing ahead, and ready to pounce forward. His two sisters, Jenna and Kele, rushed to their positions. They synchronised their stopwatches then signaled each other from across the block. Kary stared down the row of his neighbors' garbage cans. He cleared all doubt of failure from his head. Kele pointed her fingers to the sky.
"Ready, set, go!" she...
almost 3 years ago
Takeacake (Jamaica) liked Smaug by Suri Purefoy (United States)
almost 3 years ago
Takeacake (Jamaica) published:
PROMPT: Open Prompt
Vincent looked longingly into Naomi's eyes. Flurries of snowflakes danced around her, trapping itself in the stitching of her newly knitted sweater. The sun peeked from a part in the heavens, casting its gaze upon Naomi’s delicate features. Her hair and body seemed to radiate an alluring aura. He admired the glistening crystals caught amongst the thickness of her batting lashes. Her almond-brown eyes averted away from his stare. He slid her left earmuff piece to aside. Vincent reached...
almost 3 years ago
Takeacake (Jamaica) published:
FREE WRITING
Very few citizens occupied the streets after 23:00 hours, and even fewer lurked on the docks. Among those few was Swain hastily walking down the boardwalk with camera in clutch. A snap there and here. He approached the edge of the pier and peered into the sea. Swain aimed his scope at the waters. A barrage of flashes of light pierced the inky atmosphere.
"Beautiful," he said. “Glad to finally meet you.”
He stepped off the ledge of the pier...
almost 3 years ago