Tag: writing
-
A Zero Year?
Think imma not blog this year. It’s enough stuff sitting unread / uncommented on. Stuff i didnt promote n whatever. Got other ish to write n figure out. This yr went from ok to tf real quick on me. So go read something then say something There is plenty here and there (link below)OriginalbyDOndria.tumblr.com D.…
-
It is a weird thisThis purgatory between grateful and lamentingWaking up in the morningPreparing and wondering whyMoving forward and wishing for stillnessBecause decisions made were wrongDecisions unmake-able are weightsAnd there is no body of water to fall in and end itAnd the ankles in a cruel joke will not breakNor does the persistence of daysGrateful…
-
An extended version of…
Original Version here: https://outwriterandom.wordpress.com/2024/09/02/142/ Ryan took a deep breath, which wasn’t easy in a dust filled tomb that somehow managed to keep a defiant amount of humidity in spite of being squarely located in the middle of the desert. Labored breaths of the crew created rhythmic hissing sounds in the space. The scraping from the…
-
We’re all wrongWe’re all rightWe are clearly not okayWe’re not minding our business We’re not respecting others decisionsThe things that dont infringe on all of usIn our own spacesWith no traces of harm from knowingWe’re all wrongWe’re all rightBut we are clearly not okay D. Ondria 12112024
-
Gone for a minute…maybe
So this is that time of year where my brain just wants to shut off and sleep. Never mind that it is damn near August hot outside (Shout out to Southern California), my body just knows that it is in fact Fall/Winter and has slowly slid like a lazy cat downstairs into NOPE mode. No.…
-
Ryan took as deep of a breath as was possible in a dust filled tomb that managed to keep a defiant amount of humidity in spite of being squarely located in the middle of the desert. Labored breaths of the crew created a hissing sound in the space. The scraping drag of a few tools…
-
Tired beyond sleepStressed beyond restTrying, hoping in doubtClouds over a hot desertThreat of rain and not a dropPraying for a reliefBut it’s always hot —D. Ondria
-
Gyah stood at the gates of her ancestral homeland with her grandparents’ shackles and chains in her hand. A thousand shots were fired in her direction, creating a glow of blues and whites around her that never hit. Once the clicks of spent weapons rang out, she sent the shots back. The wall was clear…
-
Reviewish
THOSE ABOUT TO DIE It took about 3 days but I finally got through all 10 episodes of “Those About To Die” (on Peacock) and all I know is I will be so overjoyed if there’s going to be a season 2. Hopefully there are no spoilers because I am just rambling so here we…
-
Miari went to her basement during the day. Only during the day. Even in the cover of darkness, this one was too weak to do anything during the day. Wasn’t her first catch. Her first study. But it was a curious thing, the discipline in this one. No blood hunger at all. St least not…
OutWriteRandom 