Cloudy

United States

I am a Genderfluid person that is on the autism spectrum. I normally have a very Harsh and Indifferent view of the world that may be shown in some of the prompts I write. I write when I am in pain, unfeeling, or when I have a slight view of a memory.

Message from Writer

"mental state who she?"
"I'm gay, what of it?"
"I have no sanity to question."
"How all you people diddly done doing this fine evening/morning."
"What's up frickers I'm here and I'm queer."

Cloudy (United States) published:

Sometimes

FREE WRITING

Sometimes I wish to save the sky
Not for the people that lie underneath but for simply the sky and the land
Of ridding the world of what harms it and simply letting it be
Of ridding myself from this world

Sometimes I long for the stars
Of each one to their own uniqueness
Even as tears prick in my eyes from the closest and so dearly familiar star
I long to be up higher within the grasp of the...

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This Poison Love of Mine

PROMPT: Open Prompt

I watch my memories from afar as if they do not belong to me
A kiss within a crowded hall
Her running the first moment she gets
Me calling out to her with an ecstatic voice
She doesn't look back
A Chance
a change for a single chance
Joy fills me and I can't help but smile 
Pulled from the repreive of blankness and emptiness by a single action
I come out into the hall early to make sure I...

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The pink strip #His-Story-Contest

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    My breath hitches in my throat as I look over at the lines and lines of bone dead dead people watching us. Stripped over my clothes tears run down my face. I look to the guards. "I'm not a jew." Screams someone int he line behind me and I look to the ground. We're not here for being Jewish. The Jews watch us as we are handed uniforms. Some of their eyes hold pity and others hold disgust. Those who...

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