Miss Mallory Meredith's Misinterpretations and Follies (Obscenities Included!)

Posts tagged ‘Writing’

Experiences That Pressed Me That One Night

I’m running.

I’m running and running and running. And I don’t know why I am running so hard or what I am running away from, but I actually do know exactly what I am running away from and why I am running so hard for in the same breath.

It is dark. I shouldn’t be running. It is past midnight. I shouldn’t be running. But that is part of the reason I run, part of why I take the risk anyway, because I need to defy something, anything. in my own terms.
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Keeping It Together (Or, How The Struggle Is Real)

One of the toughest things about traveling the world alone is hearing the news from where you left. It isn’t because you necessarily miss what you ultimately flipped off, burnt, then pissed on the ashes. Although, the imagery is clear.

I’ve burned a lot of things in my day.

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Ch-Ch-Ch-Ch-Changes

The thing about Spain is that it isn’t France.

I don’t mean this in a terrible way. Except that I do. In a sense.
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The Things I Carried…Was A Bit Excessive

When I first sat myself down to pack my bags for a dual trip, I didn’t pack everything in the pack first. Instead, I decided to see whether I could put my Tetris skills into play by setting out everything I wanted to bring and figured would fit.

 

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And then I’d have to start all over again.

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The Pyreness Of Self Loooooove

When I woke up the next day, it felt odd to know I’d been so tired that I couldn’t remember hearing anyone getting ready for their walk. Apparently, my body had been exhausted enough to acknowledge that their noises was nothing out of the ordinary. I couldn’t even remember if I’d woken up at all that night, which was rare enough in of itself.
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The One Where Mallory Walks 48k In One Day

For Valerie’s birthday, Kath and I wanted to plan something fun. I went hunting for candles in the grocery outside our gite, while Katherine searched for champagne. After much discussion and worry of whether we’d have enough to share with everyone, we ended up buying three bottles of champagne and an extra bottle of wine.

You know. To be safe.
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What The Actual Fuck Was Going On

The next day was when I found out what had actually happened to cause the change in emotions.

It started with when I had left the group a few days prior because everyone sort of left after I did except for Katherine and Ludo.

Then everything changed when the Fire Nation attacked.
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