3/6/2022 0 Comments Run, Run, Running ManRun, Run, Running Man
Hannah Anderson Run, run, running away. Running into harm's way. Men spray your blood from the streets as boys and girls pass while their cameras on phones record the bloody flood. They sip their macchiatos-no foam, low-fat, soy. Run, run, running here. Running from your past. Carry on oh wayward one and hope someone cares when you're shot down, blown up, washed away. Maybe when you are left in the past, true change will come at last. Run, run, running far. Running from some golden life-like lie. Hope. You’re hoping that there’s more to this fool’s gold lie to make your fate worth facing. Maybe it really will be better, a day you will smile and know peace. Run, run, running nowhere. Running towards some bright lit future. Young fool you are, you still believe in happy ever-afters. Dreams of families, dreams of peace on Earth among men. Walking hand in hand with the enemy in mutual understanding. No more blood drawn lines in the golden sand.
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AuthorThese are just short pieces I wrote during my time in a Short Story class. During Fall 2021, I was exposed to several different approaches to writing. Within the above pieces, I started experimenting more with flash fiction. I stopped aiming to write a "traditional" story and decided to let the words spill upon the page how they so chose. There is still so much to learn, fine tune, and develop, but here is start of my experimentation. |