This was an assignment for my creative writing class: working with pattern. This was my attempt! \ud83d\ude00<\/p>\n
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I was working on the pattern of sentence length\/structure, playing around with the pattern of lyrics, and messing with the occasional alliteration, repetition and rhyme. I honestly couldn\u2019t choose one to focus on and just went for it, bro.<\/b><\/p>\n
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Jade\u2019s nerves were numb. Jade\u2019s mouth was filled with sand. Jade\u2019s eyes were closed and had not opened for some time.<\/p>\n
A\u2019doxia continued to sing her lullaby:<\/p>\n
Beautiful art, how lovely you will be.<\/i><\/p>\n
The pressure of a blade. The stroke of an artist. The whimper of a child.<\/p>\n
Beautiful art, how pretty you will be.<\/i><\/p>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 The flash of lightning. The smell of burning flesh. The hunger in Jade\u2019s stomach.<\/p>\n
Beautiful art, how tall you will be.<\/i><\/p>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i>The light laugh of her captor. The shift of her weight on Jade\u2019s hips. The sand thrown in her wounds.<\/p>\n
Beautiful art, how different you will be.<\/i><\/p>\n
Where was Aris now? Was she concerned? Was she frightened?<\/p>\n
Beautiful girl, how darling you will be.<\/i><\/p>\n
How long had it been? Had it been years? Months?<\/p>\n
Beautiful girl, how sweet you will be.<\/i><\/p>\n
The spark of electricity. The nerves relaying a delayed and muddled sense of agony. The wince.<\/p>\n
Beautiful girl, how obedient you will be.<\/i><\/p>\n
Did A\u2019doxia fancy herself an artist? Was Jade her painting board? And her blood the palette?<\/p>\n
Beautiful girl, how weak you will be.<\/i><\/p>\n
How much blood had she lost? Would she die? She hoped she would.<\/p>\n
Beautiful fool, how you will scream for me.<\/i><\/p>\n
A\u2019doxia leaned forward. She whispered four words, her voice quiet and gentle: \u201cWhy aren\u2019t you screaming?\u201d<\/p>\n
Beautiful fool, how you will bleed for me.<\/i><\/p>\n
The pressure of a hand. The warmth of the blood. The shock of lightning flowing through her.<\/p>\n
Beautiful child, cry for me!<\/i><\/p>\n
Beautiful child, beg to me!<\/i><\/p>\n
Jade\u2019s voice was hoarse. She could not scream anymore. She could not think anymore.<\/p>\n
Beautiful pawn, you will speak to me.<\/i><\/p>\n
A\u2019doxia\u2019s hands, both coated in blood, pressed against Jade\u2019s face. \u201cWhere are they?\u201d Her voice was tender. Jade simply smiled.<\/p>\n
Beautiful pet\u2026<\/i><\/p>\n
A\u2019doxia pressed Jade\u2019s face into the sand with one hand. With the other, she dug the blade through Jade\u2019s flesh. Jade kept her smile.<\/p>\n
You cannot hide from me.<\/i><\/p>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cWhere are the Exuro troops, private?\u201d A\u2019doxia asked. Her voice was even. Jade tried to open one blackened eye.<\/p>\n
Beautiful saint, how devils come for you.<\/i><\/p>\n
The blade pressed against her spine. The fingers curled around Jade\u2019s cheek. Jade\u2019s eye cracked open.<\/p>\n
Beautiful saint, how wings break from you.<\/i><\/p>\n
A\u2019doxia\u2019s face was calm. She raised a brow. Jade locked eyes with her.<\/p>\n
Beautiful saint, how hell has come to you.<\/i><\/p>\n
\u201cAre you ready to talk?\u201d Jade wanted to sleep. The hand left her face.<\/p>\n
Beautiful saint, you are condemned to me.<\/i><\/p>\n
The blade slipped away. The warmth of the blood flooded her flesh. She wished there was a breeze.<\/p>\n
Beautiful slave, you are not free from me.<\/i><\/p>\n
\u201cWell?\u201d A\u2019doxia whispered, leaning close. Fingers dug into the cuts. A spike of dulled pain ran through Jade.<\/p>\n
Beautiful slave, you will serve me.<\/i><\/p>\n
Jade felt her lips move. The words were too quiet to hear. A\u2019doxia leaned closer.<\/p>\n
Beautiful slave, you are chained to me.<\/i><\/p>\n
\u201cDo you\u2026have any water?\u201d Jade\u2019s voice was hoarse. Her lips curled with a smile.<\/p>\n
Beautiful slave, you will answer to me.<\/i><\/p>\n
A\u2019doxia\u2019s face curled with hatred. Jade wondered how such a pretty face could make such an ugly expression. How silly.<\/p>\n
Beautiful thief, how na\u00efve you\u2019ll be.<\/i><\/p>\n
The fingers around her waist. The sound of sparks. The jolt of electricity.<\/p>\n
Beautiful thief, how blindly you see.<\/i><\/p>\n
The knife slit her flesh. The nerves woke up. Jade closed her eyes.<\/p>\n
Beautiful guard, how broken you\u2019ll be.<\/i><\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019ll be a work of art when I\u2019m finished with you.\u201d Mother? Was that Mother\u2019s voice?<\/p>\n
Beautiful guard, how naked you\u2019ll be.<\/i><\/p>\n
Was Mother here? The digging of a knife. Was Mother singing to her?<\/p>\n
Beautiful art, how childish you\u2019ll be.<\/i><\/p>\n
The sand grew wet with blood. A cry caught in Jade\u2019s throat. The tears threatened to escape.<\/p>\n
Beautiful girl, how alone you\u2019ll be.<\/i><\/p>\n
The lightning ran through the open wounds. A sob escaped Jade\u2019s throat. Tears started to flow.<\/p>\n
\u201cMother?\u201d Jade whispered. The word burned her throat. A\u2019doxia laughed like wind chimes.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d Her lips brushed Jade\u2019s ear. Jade forced her eyes open. Her mother, lean with muscle and with red hair falling around her face, sat where A\u2019doxia should sit. She opened her mouth, red lips curled with a pitying smile. \u201cI am not your mother. I am your owner.\u201d<\/p>\n
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Jade jerked upright in her bed and grabbed her head. Sweat beaded her brow. Wild eyes scanned the glowering darkness of her room. Nothing. No one was there. Not even her mother.<\/p>\n
\u201cJust\u2026just a nightmare.\u201d she whispered to herself. Her heart pounded in her chest. Where those tears on her cheeks?<\/p>\n
\u201cOnly a nightmare.\u201d she repeated. She brushed the sweat off her brow. She lay back against the mattress of her bed and felt the scars press against the sheets. She closed her eyes.<\/p>\n
Beautiful fool, you will bow to me.<\/i><\/p>\n
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~~Like what you read? Have comments? Critiques? Feel free to leave a comment below! I’d love to hear what you thought! ~Ginge<\/p>\n
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