Rev Writes!

Of broken mirrors and pixie dust the water shatters with light, bouncing diluted warmth from its mirror-like countenance. maybe that's why the world is so grey, she thinks as she sits upon the edge. if the ocean shines like a broken mirror always then that must be an entire eternity of bad luck, by now. she's not superstitious, but that's what she thinks. and if superstition was what the rest of the world believed, then who's to say it wasn't a self-fulfilling prophecy? belief holds power, strength. she knows that. that's why she didn't believe in anything, not even herself. she is weak. and as contradictory as that is, she believes that with certainty. .....she jumps. the birds around her fly to their own freedom, dancing on the wind the way the sun danced on the waters below.

Nonexistence for dummies "I am." "No, you're not." But... aren't I? I must be. But- ...No, no, no. The things I am are but spun glass shields and broken swords- there. Fragile. Created. Who am I? I wonder, mind skipping and trudging and drowning all at once. I am. I reply, repeating the words like a mantra until I almost believe them again. I must be. ...Then the 'wolves' come. And life continues, the world spinning as it always has and will until it, too, is gone. * For my Perspectives class, I had to write a flash fiction piece that was meant to be a sort of self-portrait, and here's where I'll place the breakdown of said piece. The piece is titled  Nonexistence for dummies,  which I think summarizes it quite nicely- the piece itself is a narrative about a person that is made to feel that everything they are isn't real, and as if they, themselves, don't exist- so the title shows that "hey, these are t...