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It is a quiet darkness that creeps behind my eyelashes.It seeps through the membranes and into my bloodstream,where it is swept down from my brain int..
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I glanced out the moving window,Saw the pale leaves glittering in the wintry sunlight.My mind raced with the wind screaming silentlyOver the metal mon..
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Shimmering daylight seeps through the silver clouds.So many people swimming through the tainted air around me.It's like a burning sensation ripping in..
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An experimental description essay regarding the Atlinas' family home and business. Pre-writing, practice.
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A bit of pre-writing from a book I am working on. An excerpt, though I'm not sure I'll be keeping it in the book itself -- hence, posting it up.
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Dear Self.Today is April 4th. Today is the most important day in your life, a tiny window into what is to come for you. Today starts everything for yo..
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Flash fiction, 100 words.
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heart beat.
these tiny, insignificant, worthless little words,
they burrow through my ear canal and
tunnel into the deepest recesses of my brain,..
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Walk into the same place, same time every day and wonder
All the same things, all the same thoughts;
Can I hear a yes or a no, not a maybe so!
I do..
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It is a quiet darkness that creeps behind my eyelashes.It seeps through the membranes and into my bloodstream,where it is swept down from my brain int..
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