Where does life go when it has not hope and no dreams? Too often suicide
It hung limply
collar-bone unnaturally protruded
sockets where lights had beamed
dangled with no spark
fingers that had grasped another’s in trust
Clear notes like fine crystal
hopes of Opera
smoky bars and sleazy dumps
croaking semblance of sound
talent
beauty
dreams
DOA the tag on her toe hung from under a cold lifeless sheet
Flash Fiction certainly isnt DOA as it is in the capable hands of the host G-Man. Who tho on the road manages 55 words none-the-less
Gud skaper noko nytt ved sitt Ord og sin Ande, vi kan ta imot det i tru og få oppleve at han gjer sitt verk med oss. Hans skaparkraft verkar konstuktivt i våre liv og skaper noko som er verdifullt for oss. Naturkreftene verkar nedebrytande, i fylgje entropilova, men Gud er Ånd og det som er født av hans Ande består. Jesu frelsesverk er fullbrakt og fullkome. Han er den siste Adam, som er ifrå himmelen og som for oss har vorte ei livgjevande ånd. Han gjev oss den Heilage Ande frå himmelen av berre nåde. Han gjev oss det evige livet.
Looking ahead, without looking back (too often)
Thanks for following a cowgirl on her crazy life journey.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. - Edgar Allan Poe
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penned in moon dust 
You seem to capture someone’s lost dreams due to the rat race of life in this one.
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a sad end there…most likely snuffed well before their time…
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hand that had grasped another in trust…
beware! It’s a jungle out there (sounds like Monk needs to be on this case) Did you ever watch that series… it’s cute (my children and I LOVED it)
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Oh dear that is truly sad- I think it is well written! thanks.
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Intense and quite chilling 55.
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Wow, so much said in so few words. All the more impact for it being so concise. How sad we end our lives, with a name tag tied on one of our toes. Chilling write.
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This was so terribly sad and tragic, Leslie. You wrapped up so much in so few words – a life and the loss of all that life is.
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Hmmmm…
Shall I refer to you as Morbid Moon?
So different, yet so cool
Loved your 55 MDW
Thanks for playing, and have a Kick Ass Week End
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ya know I am kinda in a gray period in my writing
life cant be all roses
wait for my basement sequel or prequel this week
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Gives me shivers. Well done!
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wow! I like the ending. Good poem!
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Sad and chilling write…Nice 55 FF ~
Have a good weekend ~
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beautiful descriptions in 55 words.
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Your blog isn’t any sleazy dump, and far from DOA. Quite nice, really.
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Lethal tackle in the Superbowl?
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So sad, the self destruction. Gorgeous write.Thank you.
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Wow-worthy work, my friend. Stark, hard-smash words.
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