Pride Writing :3

Everything was going smoothly, everything was in place and ready for the following day, the glorious artwork was shimmering softly in the glow of the moon. It was near midnight. My best friend was finishing making the playlist of music to burst through the speakers the following day. Hundreds of pride flags were dotted through the streets of New York. We had just finished chalking out various pride flags along the streets, with the gorgeous colours of the transgender flag, the special pigments in the bisexual flag, and the fun childlike colours of the pansexual flag everything looked perfect.

 The dream was being shaped out and created in the city of life. It was going to be amazing, except for my speech. I hadn't even started, I have so many words revolving around in my head that I can't even write down! I need to escape and write it. I needed more than just pictures and music to persuade lgbtqi+ rights in New York. I needed to move the crowd, to persuade them, so I said farewell to my friend and headed to the closest milkshake bar. 

I ordered nachos and sat at the table with my head plonked down on the computer. Yeah. it's gonna be a long night. My fingers fly across the keyboard but consistently backtrack to the backspace key. As I am close to giving up I hear an angel calling me from above. Is it time for resting? I am dragged to reality as I see a girl looking down at me. I blush and pull my long black hair behind my face as she smiles at me. She is beautiful. “Are you running the pride parade tomorrow?

I sigh, “Don't even ask… All night I have been trying to write a speech.” she sits down next to me. I shiver at the cold, but I don't feel it.

“Thanks.”

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“And that kid is how I met your mother!” I say, flourishing my hands out wide. I hear her sigh behind me and I intertwine my fingers with hers.

“She was soooo tired that night, nearly fell asleep talking to me.” She exclaims to the kids.

“Oh shoosh.” I sighed out. Content at the world.



Everything was going smoothly.