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Day 4 (2nd)

“How?!” I can no longer staunch tears, smother anguish, choke bitter words. “I gave you everything!”

Still Josette remains wordless. Stares back through eyes cold as moons.

I lunge, to strangle life from her as she’d strangled joy from me. I don’t hear the swing of the hammer as Death, always her hero, chooses Josette.

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Day 5

In the manner of things gradual, the heating of her hand in his is barely perceptible until it becomes unbearable. The *waltz* that in her conceit would represent life's turning point becomes instead torture: his hand a *demon* talon, his smile a *painted* savagery. Even fainting she recognizes, bemused, how heroic his rescuing arms appear.

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Day 4 (1st)

The bold, the beautiful, the bereft, even (especially?) the beastly. In retellings of triumph and disaster they command attention as though none else is deserving. And yet … lurking always at the blurry border of our periphery, sometimes incandescently centre-stage, is the real, the über, hero. Light of foot, heavy of hammer, and named Death.

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Day 5

"The year my aunt blossomed she crossed the Pyrenees without shoes. She left the four walls of her apartment behind, her heels and pantsuit on the doorstep, and a handwritten note: Feed the cat. Her feet pounded the dust until the world was her home, her ceiling the sky. "

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Day 4

"My aunt in bloom..."

"The year my aunt bloomed was the year she crossed the Pyrenees without shoes. Perhaps she did it to flee her small life in her small apartment. This crossing--or at least her departure--was premeditated. The week before, she had asked me--if anything ever happened to her--if I would watch over her cat.." (52 words.)

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Day 4

Many movies present us strong and invincible heroes who showed enormous courage and strength. In my view, however, a hero is more than someone who fights alone but someone who unites and empowers others to move along. They may not be the brightest or bravest but the heroes behind heroes shall be remembered as well.

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Day 4

She was listening to the murmuring waves. The ocean was dancing in the light of burning red sun. She looked at the ocean and saw a reflection of the sun in it, the redness of the sun made her move towards the waves. Her feet touched the moist sand and the waves were trying to capture them and take them further and further. She was now strolling along the beach, her eyes embracing the whole scenery.

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Day 3

'Lost but then found'

How many times we lose something or we lose

ourselves. We are lost in our lives and don't know where we are heading for, what we want. We lose a contact with ourselves. It is so important to have contact with ourselves, to know what we want, to ask our soul questions what it dreams about. We can regain this contact if we lose it. We can be lost but find the path we want to follow, we can find ourselves. Only when we find out who we are, what our dreams are, we can be fulfilled in our lives.

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Day 4

She sways in the stillness of the heat, searching high and low for the answers. Always just out of reach. For she is to be the founder of a new nation on a tropical isle. "Feed. Nurture. Enlighten." The responsibilities dominate her mind. If only our heroine knew: the answers are all within her. (54 words)

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Day 3

Tropical Enlightenment

So hot. Scorching. No wonder I have few visitors these days - but for those brave souls. The risk-takers. Wandering from here to there in search of something. But when they arrive all they see is nothing. They walk over me, eat from me, drink from me. Without recognising my existence. Without recognising the duality of our solitude. (57 words.)

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VISUAL PROMPTS
Hero/Heroine theme
Micro-fiction

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Day 3

--The confounded story --

How confounded we are day after day, how we know our people deeply and instantantly we feel them as completely unknown strangers, how we can decide something and in a couple of days the destiny gives us an overwhelming surprise... THIS IS LIVE. So meaningful, so hard and soft at the same time, a duality that humanity tries to understand day after day, and maybe questions that are never going to be answered. However, this is the interesting and astonishing part of our existence, that confusion that at the end makes us act as per our feelings and emocions. Each person own their concrete confounded life, and there is no more interesting book story that the one performed by our doubts, intrigues and concerns.