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A Story by Mahan
For years she refused to turn on the lights. When they asked her why she knew not what to say. Why was it, indeed, that she was so afraid of the light..
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A Story by Mahan
Last night I dreamt of a redhead with blue eyes who proposed to teach me how to fly.
And when I dared to ask why she merely shook her head and cried...
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A Story by Mahan
When she felt the touch of cold blade against her skin, she decided that it was time to end it all.
For many a year she had roamed the streets of he..
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A Story by Mahan
Mother sits by her window.
Alone she sits, under the scrutiny of a thousand eyes that watch her from outside. Yet she does not notice them, for she ..
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A Story by Mahan
Calling
The relentless sun rests in its cradle. I sit haphazardly, with my legs stretched out. I am surrounded by a blinding white, the placid fac..
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Something new I wrote, inspired by Virgina Woolf's writing
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She sits beside me in class. The professor walks in and turns the projector on and I know I ought to be listening but I keep looking at the girl and t..
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I sat on a plastic chair and you sat across from me.I was….I waited.For my turn and you waited also, for yours.That day I wore something,but I ..
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A Story by Mahan
When you put your head on my shoulder and closed your eyes, my vision became obscure. A veil of tears covered my eyes and I realized that I had begun ..
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You loved wholeheartedly before you learned to walk.You loved us first before you learned to talk.You loved wholeheartedly and you learned how to cry,..
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