thenowhere's Writing Meme, Installment 7: <user site="livejourn

[wolven7]

It opened like a petalled thing, revealing insides and outsides, at once, and then quickly closing again, hiding itself. It had thorns, and sweet smells, and sometimes it seemed to want to ensnare, but would always shy away, at the last moment. I never knew what to feed it. I never saw it grow, or wilt, but it would seem smaller or larger, as if it had done one or the other. It didn't seem to prefer the light or darkness, but it hated and enjoyed people watching it. It would make pretty colours, so people would look at it...

It reminded me of myself, i guess.

But it wouldn't root, properly... And some days i didn't know where it was, at all. Chameleon and porcupine. A few times i thought i hated it, but i don't... It's not for hating. It was just trying to be itself (whatever that meant); just like the rest of us.

This piece was written for momentai, because he wrote this, because thenowhere created this meme:

"Write something for me. Just for me. Post it in your journal so everyone else can see it, too. A sentence, a paragraph. Nanofiction. Short story. A scene, dialogue, a picture described, a moment, anything. Long or short. But it's got to be just for me. Tell the world you wrote it for me, even. Mine.

Then feel free to put this up in your own journal, and I'll reciprocate."

An added thing: Continue the meme. Record the point of origin, ie thenowhere.

There's that one. Also, continue reading my thesis.

I'm off to write some more.