Ms wracxe

Harlow

United States

A human that does stuff with words among other humans who do other stuff with words

Message from Writer

Hello world! I’m a writer and a podcaster and a lonely potato. Enjoy my half-decent ramblings!
Podcast: https://anchor.fm/texttospeech

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Harlow (United States) published:

Islands

PROMPT: Human Connections Essay Competition 2019

Music is an island I've found in the turbulent seas of adolescence. It speaks to me in a language of rhythm and melodies that can't be specified. As I listen to the light guitar or dreamy synth or clashing bass of a good song, I slowly feel a little bit better; I no longer ache. The weight of conformity, the brevity of each day, the pain of battling my turmoil all lessen as I melt away into the sands of musical...
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Harlow (United States) started following --RosieOnTheRun (from reality)-- (United Kingdom)

1 day ago

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Harlow (United States) published:

Islands

PROMPT: Human Connections Essay Competition 2019

Music is an island I've found in the turbulent seas of adolescence. It speaks to me in a language of rhythm and melodies that can't be specified. As I listen to the light guitar or dreamy synth or clashing bass of a good song, I slowly feel a little bit better; I no longer ache. The weight of conformity, the brevity of each day, the pain of battling my turmoil all lessen as I melt away into the sands of musical...
Seeking Peer Reviews

8 days ago

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Harlow (United States) liked A Sliver of Wind is the Finest Artist by Kayla Vanderpool (United States)

9 days ago

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Books with paper boat

Harlow (United States) started following Kayla Vanderpool (United States)

9 days ago

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Harlow (United States) published:

I don't know

FREE WRITING

I'm leaving
and returning,
pushing
and pulling,
whispering
then screaming.

I don't know 
anything
anymore
except for
words
and fear
and love.

Seeking Peer Reviews

9 days ago

Ms wracxe
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Harlow (United States) published:

Islands

PROMPT: Human Connections Essay Competition 2019

Music is an island I've found in the turbulent seas of adolescence. It speaks to me in a language of rhythm and melodies that can't be specified. As I listen to the light guitar or dreamy synth or clashing bass of a good song, I slowly feel a little bit better; I no longer ache. The weight of conformity, the brevity of each day, the pain of battling my turmoil all lessen as I melt away into the sands of musical...
Seeking Peer Reviews

9 days ago

Ms wracxe
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Harlow (United States) published:

Islands

PROMPT: Human Connections Essay Competition 2019

Music is an island I've found in the turbulent seas of adolescence. It speaks to me in a language of rhythm and melodies that can't be specified. As I listen to the light guitar or dreamy synth or clashing electric bass of a good, solid song, I slowly feel a little bit better; I no longer ache. The weight of conformity, the brevity of each day, the pain of battling my turmoil all lessen as I melt away into the sands...
Seeking Peer Reviews

10 days ago

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Harlow (United States) published:

Islands

PROMPT: Human Connections Essay Competition 2019

Music is an island I've found in the turbulent seas of adolescence. It speaks to me in a language of rhythm and melodies that can't be specified. As I listen to the light guitar or dreamy synth or clashing electric bass of a good, solid song, I slowly feel a little bit better; I no longer ache. The weight of conformity, the brevity of each day, the pain of battling my turmoil all lessen as I melt away into the sands...
Seeking Peer Reviews

10 days ago

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Harlow (United States) published:

Lifeline

PROMPT: Open Prompt

    The bus smelled terrible this morning, like burning fry grease and the usual Axe body spray. The eighth-graders were loud and rude as usual, cursing and gossiping as I waited quietly for the boy in front of me to sit down. I trudged into the seat behind him, tripping over his foot and biting the inside of my cheek as I went; people usually assume I'm sad on the bus but in actuality, I'm just not in a social mood...

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10 days ago