Writers: Revolution

The dock was quiet in the darkness. Boats creaked in the water, moving in the gentle waves. A group of men stepped out onto the dock. Their steps were muffled so they barely made a sound as they moved. The stars and moon were their only sources of light. Without a sound they climbed into the boats. No one knew they were onboard... yet.

( Peter's heart pounded hard in his chest )

Sunday: Understanding

I pressed my lips against his ear and whispered again, It's not your fault. Perhaps this was really the only thing I had ever wanted to say to anyone in the world. -Miranda July

( He sat with his arms hugging his legs tight to his chest )