Creative
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Morning Orchestra
You sang a sonata of serenity. Each note a soft hum / kissed my eardrums. Morphed from the abyss of…
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Nineteen
It was a fall night when I looked at myself in the mirror, tears flooding my eyes. One rolled off…
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Medicated Joy
I struggle for the reins of my life. Every single day. The reins are always either held by the medications,…
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Through the car windows
There are no certain yardsticks to measure my success in life, be it money, ownership of property, or the depth…
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Coming home
They say that in this world, there is no place like home. Sitting here in this withering brown seat, bones…
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Laced Rabbit
Our story begins with a kid named Noah Anderson. I am sorry to say: he was nobody special. He…
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gentle were, and gentle now
The tinkle of giggles rung through the air, slightly treble, and slightly baritone. A morning glow illuminated the gilded design…
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Limp Deer
Innocence: Bliss or Curse? Content warning: Potentially dark themes. She came home late again. Her arms and neck…