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Dabbling in the world of short stories.
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Whenever I hearwind chimesmy mind travels to a neglected placea childhood serenity of sortsfor which I am gratefulfor which I longWhenever I hearwind ..
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I never wanted this.Whatever happens,does so for a reasonI've spent my timefighting myselfto feel itGrowing up is somethingI learned myself,It's all I..
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A centaur leaves the ceremony,takes the flowers,hunts the groomsmen.Bow and arrow,brute and stiff,Aim to please, shoot to maim.He wears a necklace of ..
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He wore loose fitting jeansand a worn leather jacketmother would scoldwhen lit dartsbalanced between his thin lipsand we chuckled in her absenceMy eye..
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How does the fire always overpower?
why does it hiss my crackled name
Behind trouble eyes,my body is
stained
I hunch in thick shadows,
with hands..
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Truth lies in what we hold;
that which we will never see until the moment passes,
and it is too late.
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A story of rape, betrayal and fresh starts. This is something I've been picking at on and off for a long time, I want to put more effort into it in th..
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I sat
in my closet, knees pulled up to chest, oversized sweatshirt pulled
over knees, shaking, trembling. It's all a nightmare I kept telling
mysel..
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The
bus doors creaked as they stretched closed and I took a deep breath
as the engine came to life and the bus jerked forward into
acceleration. I ..
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