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Kindred SpiritsThey both pause for a moment, poised, preparing to start. Her with her pen, and him at a keyboard, gripping a mouse while his hand rests lightly on the home row.Kindred Spirits by ~0r4nos
And then, they begin, not a race, but instead begin to create, weaving their worlds in bright, rich tapestries.
Both of them try to put nuance into their work, to convey their feelings, thoughts, emotions, ideas, and more.
He moves his mouse deftly, swiftly selecting and using his tools, creating, editing, modifying. Her pen skitters across the page, making a world for someone to be lost in.
As each labors at their work, they feel a similar thing, the same thing, in fact; the joy

Senior Prom.the prom last night, the senior promSenior Prom. by ~Potter47
the fancy room by the sea
the pictures by the gazebo
the dresses too low in the front and back
the music too loud takes the dancing outside
the coat on my date, the shivers of warmth
the speakers smoking, the explosion:
the music dies, the people sing
the ocean chokes on the little boats
the air betrays the hint of summer
the pink sunset, hidden by the trees
the dessert stolen from the other table
the prom queen jeered by the laughing crowd
the slow dances to spite the stupid songs
the bus ride home, changing in the locker room
the boat last night, after the prom
the tired songs by the sea
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