Rings
Alex A.
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From an art studio to a graffitied warehouse and finally to glass and rubble, a room houses memories. Memories preserved in the form of rings. Rings always returned to the same place where they first saw true passion, their emotion and significance shared through the hearts of different lovers. When writing this work, I was assigned to write a flash fiction about a certain image of an empty warehouse. I decided to take on this assignment like I was writing poetry instead of writing form a first-person point of view. In short, I decided to step away from the way I normally write, and try something new, and the final result is one that I am very proud of.
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Creativity is the feeling I get when I let my hands take control of my thoughts. Its when I write for hours without a single thing going through my mind. When I write, whole new me takes control. A new me that is timeless, focused, and happy.