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Prompt: Tweet — Write a story in tweets, 140 characters at a time

Little Sisters

It’s hard to pretend that I’m fine but I have to for them. I have to smile. I have to be strong. I have to laugh so they have a role model.

Beach

At the beach with a frog. Trying to kiss him to turn him into a prince. It’s not working and people are staring. I accidentally drop him, and, trying to catch him, squash him #sad.

#cuddles

Is it crazy to say I might be #inlove?

Omg. I could snuggle her all day #cuddles

MY KITTEN IS LOST. #HELP

Back in Action

Archie found his mother on the floor, her back broken. His mind rushed back to the walk home, him paying no attention to where he had stepped.

Prompt: Humble — Write about a humbling experience.

I Feel Small Because I Am

Last night,

when light had fully faded into darkness,

and the stars shone brilliantly against their black backdrop,

I looked up.

I looked for confirmation —

something to validate the fulfillment I was feeling.

Instead, instantaneously, the vast, proud, and powerful canopy on which I gazed

came crashing down over me.

My consciousness was hurtled into space

as my body crumpled under the weight of my own triviality.

I am an invisible speck,

on a minute landmass,

floating on the plasma of a tiny planet,

orbiting a ball of fiery gases.

One solar system in a galaxy.

One galaxy in a Universe of billions.

One Universe that is infinite and ever expanding.

As infinitesimal as the vessels in my blood,

I am the manifestation of insignificance.

This pathetic attempt at metaphysical comprehension leaves me feeling small

(because I am)

and humble

(because I should be).

But I am also human,

and humility is as ephemeral to mankind as the

perception of the imperceptible.

I’ll feel bigger tomorrow.