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I told my mother I got accepted to college, I told her I left for basic within the month. She said to me, “Are you trying to be funny..

For daddy

How could you even begin to think, even entertain the idea that I don't love you? If I allowed myself to stoop so low, I might say..

Hey there, Black-sheep, I just love that dress. Look at you, turning your nose up at me, as though you couldn't need me less. But I know you ..

The sun bleaches the lake, silken waves beating the ancient boat like an angry lover. It's intoxicating, watching it rise and fall, breathing ..

I died a writer's death, a pen protruding from my chest. Blood and ink flowed and mingled, staining the floor with my macabre story. They will ..

Anything was possible as I sat up in the tree, gnarled branches encircling me like the loving arms of a parent. A queen surveying her kingd..

what does death look like to you?