Creative
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Dreamscape
Date: 1983 Location: Villon, Paris. Author: Penelope Thornhill Miss Verena told me today that the peach tree Papa and I planted before I left for Paris had begun…
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Nature and I
The snow grew needles on my skin, yet my body formed a barrier, producing goosebumps instead of blood. The heatwaves surrounded my fragile body, yet beads of sweat covered…
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Force of Nature
Part 1 || Island of Spirits There is a flame spirit in my house. You can never, ever underestimate them, albeit a small one like mine. They can…
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HEINA II
TW: mentions of death The crowd didn’t stop moving; that was the first thing I noticed. There were no screams, no hesitation. No one even slowed down. They…
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City of Ice
Snow fell in thick blankets across the cold, barren landscape in which I trudge. The watery light of the day had long ago slipped out of sight, and inky…
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My Name Identity
TW: Includes childhood bullying, light hearted conversations, writer notes, and unoriginal classmates. The journey in finding out my name’s story is quite a tale, but it all started when…
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Hyperparasitism
It had never entered his head that his son was not his own blood. How could it have? But doubt was such an insidious thing, digging into the day-to-day,…
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Sophia’s Strangest Disappearance
TW Depression It was not like I could talk a lot of sense into Sophia. I never could. No one ever could. Once she had formed an opinion…
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Miracle
Miracle It was Orion’s boots that caught his eye first. It was the middle of summer, so those were probably the only boots around for ten miles.…
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I talked and He listened
I talked and He listened. The green pastures let me rest, beside a quiet stream. The earth stretched His glorious hands soaking me in His warmth that asked nothing…
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Puzzle Piece
My mind is a puzzle, But there is a missing piece, I feel alive but incomplete. The others they all seem so Together, But I just seem to change…
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HEINA I
HEINA I TW: mentions of death Maybe this is a dream. Maybe I’m delusional, crazy, making this all up. Or maybe it’s real – maybe this is an…
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Three Little Pigs
All three pigs survived, but why was only one of them called smart? They said it was a fair world, that the pigs who failed were simply lazy, stupid,…
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The Strange Museum
The museum looked more hushed than usual. My leather shoes clacked against stripes of timber. The sound spread across the floor, every step that I took felt like stepping…
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Spilled milk, and other things the cup couldn’t hold
To the one who complied all the answers to the questions I google insistently: Thank you. I wonder If the work you’ve done was enough— Contributing to the…
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Hello. You Have Died.
Hello. You Have Died. TWs: mentions of death and suicide [Hello. You have died.] “I— hold on. Wait a minute. I’m dead?” [Yes.] “Right.…
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She Read it Anyway
She slid her pale hands over the seal, The stamp that had stopped her once before. She swore she’d never touch it again— to bury it deep in the…
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Your Pick
I wake up to see myself travelling over darkness. What is that? Something bumpy? My foot hovers over the pedal, and my hands are placed on the steering wheel,…
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Birthdays
I recently came across a Polaroid of myself on my fourth birthday. I know it was my fourth because I was holding up four fingers, sitting at the dinner…
