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Papa Cake

Joined July 2010.

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Letters are like little puzzle pieces, and every time we put them together, we make a cool picture.

Stories

  1. Inspired.

    “You can’t see! So Let me help you!” I yanked his head up, surprised by the strange sound the separation of dried blood and skin produced. His chin has almost glued to his chest. “See, you should thank me! I just unglued you!” The room filled...

  2. Inspired.

    I hadn’t felt this alive in ages. My body resonated in a euphoric bliss and suddenly it seemed that every answer in the universe lay before me, I needed only ask the question. “Don’t you see!” I couldn’t tell you when I started yelling, the...

  3. Inspired.

    “If only I would have known.” I started to whisper. Gently I tapped the serrated blade in my hand on the table. “If only I had known, here, where I began, is where I would find my self again.” Even this grim realization, this newfound understan...

  4. Inspired.

    “I miss creative writing.” That was it, I let the words come out and suddenly it felt like the worlds heaviest weight had been lifted from my shoulders. “I miss it, I miss it like a bird in a cage must miss flying!” Now that I’d spoken, it se...

  5. Creation

    “OOOOOO” Squealed the boy with joy. “It lives!” His proclamation was to everyone, and no one in particular. His hands waived around wildly swaying to the rhythm of his laughter. “I made it! I made it!” He boasted pro...

  6. Special delivery

    A horseless carriage. Ludacris . He couldn’t help himself, he’d become so upset over their conversation that he’d lost control of his emotions. Maybe I shouldn’t have yelled he thought to himself as he walked down the long corri...

  7. Why? (Mature)

  8. Home

    Her laughter filled the air like a sweet summer song. Her smile carried the innocence of spring, youthful and delighting. She radiated joy, it exploded around her, filling every nook and crevasse with her happiness. It was almost impossible to feel any...

  9. Ring-Ring

    His fingers choked the bottles collar. Death grip applied, he chugged. As the overflow dribbled over his lips, he rested the bottle to his neck. Again, he dialed. The message began to play, at this point he’d grown tired, his frustration continue...

  10. Car

    The asphalt was cold, wet, slicked as if laced with oil to add trickery to the nights unfolding treacheries. The car propelled onward, followed only by the rhythmic bump of it’s left tires running over street reflectors. Hand gripped firmly on th...

  11. His room.

    A soft yellow glow radiating from a single light on a broken shelf filled the room, the shelf perfectly complementing the rest of the run down furniture scattered about. Every piece in the room seemed to have been randomly dropped, left to rest on what...

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