I am a writer who reads, a student who teaches, and a perfectionist who hates to analyze art. Judge me as you will. I’m not changing.
Stories
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A Storm
The shell cracked off-and talons grew. Against the building storm, the creature’s burning silhouette cried out to the heavens, and lightening struck. Three leagues hence, as the crow flew, a child awoke in the night.
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Lecture hall
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Taste of Ashes
I’ve won now. I’ve won it all. I’ve made those who brought me here proud. And you’ve accepted me. Grudgingly, I am given a place. You could no longer deny my excellence. But those around me aren’t comfortable. I burn too b...
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The Straw That Broke...
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Letter
I hate you. Maybe hate’s a strong word for a person like me, but I won’t use any other. I am good at my job. Excellent, in fact. And you’re threatened by that. I understand. I’m better at our work. You might not ever consciously...
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The End.
His eyes met ours. He was old, though we knew not the exact tally of the years. We sensed his age, not through our eyes, which showed us lines and folds and softening edges, not through our ears, which heard each rattling breath, but with some other se...
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Burnt
I thought the last pain was worse. Scratched out before I could even begin, my childhood ambitions shredded, shrunk, to a second-place finish in a race I couldn’t even start. But at least there was hope, there. I could still build something. I c...
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Reflection in a pond
The World is a reflection of your own soul. Courage is finding a way to accept that.
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The Beginning
The sun was setting, tinging rooftops bloodred. A normal sunset, excepting the lack of noise and bustle. This was not a peaceful silence, as one would find in a natural setting. No, this silence was akin to that of an empty surgical bay, anticipating b...
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Forest Violin
A dark forest clearing with a beacon of light. Moss creeps over unplucked strings, who ache for the fingers that caressed it, enticed it to sing. No more is it a dancer. Insects scuttle over the heart that wants- wants to tremor, to vibrate, as it once...
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Snark
You are my greatest fear, incarnated, with wrinkles as deep as the grave I will dig. You laughed, once, when I asked whence they came. But how was I to know of your joys? All I see is a husk, A broken husk that mocks me with each rattling breath. You s...
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Listen to me!
They wouldn’t listen. Those damned political cowards. The world needed to know: they were wrong. He knew the correct answer. First he had written a letter to the newspaper. No response. Well, perhaps the mayor didn’t always read the full ...
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I am
I am a tree. My roots rest in balanced soil. My leaves turn up to recieve the sun’s power. My knarled bark tells my story, holds tales of my sorrows and joys. I am a tree. I will reach my whole life upwards, stretching for the sky. My canopy wi...
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Life is..
Life is… What’s left when the sun goes down. A wrecking ball, waiting to drop. A puzzle with missing pieces.
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Rain
Looking out the rain-patterned window, the sunset blurs and drips down the pane. The colors blend and weave together. Soon I’ll open the door and step out, letting it slam behind me, letting the cold pour down my face, making my butterfly colors ...
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Meaning
We face adversity. Some at every step. Some in finding a way to take those steps. But when things are hardest, we need to remember who we are. Why we started. This is the meaning for our existence.
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Smirk
You know? It’s not a two way street. Because as much as you will lower yourself by looking down at me and smirking, refusing to get the work done, I’ll do better. I’ll be stronger. We’re not equals. I do the work required of m...
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Edge
I watch as it tumbles through the air, glinting in the twilight. Time slows down. One side appears, then the next. Reminiscent of all the sides of this situation coming to light in the way they did. Sad that lives hang in the balance, here. If only we...
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Hollow
Time has passed. Not a lot, but enough. I no longer cry at night, at least not while awake. I’m not broken-not yet. But I’m not whole either. Maybe this has all been a lesson. Maybe I expected myself to learn too quickly. But that’s ...
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Time Spent Without
I’m sitting here, waiting, trying to grasp I don’t know what’s the worse hand to be dealt, you see- to be told you won’t be here at all, and face That Crushing Despair or to never know and to have that slice of hope every time I...
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Moment of Silence
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The truth.
You know what? I think I love you. Do you know how much that scares me?
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Here's the thing.
Here’s the thing: I’ve been waiting. For the other foot to fall For the fatal flaw to appear For the catch. Nobody I’ve ever known has been like you. Powerful, yet gentle. Opinionated, yet willing to listen. Focused on the details, ye...
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Missing You
I’m missing you. It’s ridiculous, I know. 3 hours gone, and the clouds have rolled in. I’m not possessive, (I hope), but you’ll forgive me my desolation. You see, I like being whole, complete. Without you, I am cut in half. A f...
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I Remember
I remember you, that first time, walking onto the stage. Your confidence and presence astounded me. You used our emotions against us, took us on a roller-coaster ride. I wasn’t the type to visit an amusement park- But all the same, you swept me a...
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You.
They say that when you stand at the edge of a cliff, you feel no fear of the cliff itself, but of the dark and gaping chasm which opens before you. But when you showed me my world from the highest viewpoint, I knew then that I was no longer afraid of f...
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Summer Day
Younglings around the tree played and laughed, and the world whispered its secrets to my heart-wood, as the tree grew.
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Power
He stood in the street, quivering with rage, forgotten papers in his hands. They stood around him, drawn to this spot by the same phenomenon as he, by the music and the anger. Pens, phones, keys, leashes for pets dangled limply from their fingertips as...
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Dancer
There are dreams here Hidden behind the pretty mask I wear You wish I were one-dimensional So it would be safe to judge me I will stand here And guard your precious secrets Until I can stand no more And darkness brings me to my knees Do not mock me For...
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Musing
I dream of being Great, but all I am is Me.
