Creative
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Second Chances
She finds him on the edge of the cliff. “I thought you quit.” She says, through a damp haze…
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Conscience
Conscience CWs: violence (non-graphic), mentions of death The boy showed up at my doorstep with exactly one gun.…
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Home Is Where The Heart Is
Anya sprawls over the patterned seats of the train, and all the tension in her body loosens. A small lamp…
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The Prized
It was an ordinary morning in the still autumn, a cool breeze brushed the denim carapace of a motionless farmer,…
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Under The Curtain
My mother holds me close, her voice like a lullaby, soft and familiar. She whispers something tender as her comfortingly…
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Un-Titled
To graze the moon with five-toed footsteps, and the blood rushing to animate the muscles as they function below the…
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Tombstone Of Human
I begin all my letters with the same phrase. And end them the same way too. Wishes, A thousand…
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The day… Tuesday!
“Tuesday,” I muttered to no one in particular as I rolled out of bed. The minimalist black and fawn clock…
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All The World’s A Stage
Drama is rather perplexing, and I’m not sure how to describe it. Simple enough is the pit, which isn’t always…