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Dead Air
I could not write I could not dream And yet In retrospect It seemed To me The strangest part Of all these things Was that of all That I would miss The most I counted Of all I lost Was that I could not sing. I took a breath I forced it out I tried to s...
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Enclosure
Create a space Without restraint Of time and haste To mar the pace Of a peaceful gait Create a place Where waterways May ever race A winding maze But there remains Your quiet space Create a mood Within a room Of leaves and wood Where tenuous strands On...
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I Wasn't Exactly Kidding When I Said Get Out Of The Rain
Tires that grip in the wet were never a reliable source of safety, no matter what the mechanics promised me. Top of the line, sure, but would I make it home? They never answered straight. And one night, while the rain came tumbling down ceaselessly, I ...
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Who Comes? (Day 118)
Inside the frost covered walls of the cabin, three of us huddled together in the frigid air, trying to share what little body warmth we could spare. The awkward perpetual group hug didn’t work very well but it was better than freezing alone. It g...
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Free from Pain (Day 117)
Mario felt the rising tide, the overwhelming weight of numbness, blanketing him from the inside. It’s curling grayness was a fog that drowned heart, mind, and soul together at once. He felt a small flare of fear but already the alien force was dr...
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Of Dough and Dreams
“Hello, friend.” I didn’t raise my head to acknowledge the voice. There wasn’t any way that someone could be there. Therefore this had to be a dream or hallucination. A doughy hand landed on my arm, moist and warm. “Don...
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prequels from Shania
A few months ago, Sally had found that there was something wrong with their relationship. It was so hard to tell what it was, but just not as close and sweat anymore. And she knew that everything became a big difference after she transferred to Taipei,...
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s13 INTERWRIT Challenge: Story In Pieces, Backwards!
The phone is ringing. “Sally? Why did you break up with him?” Daniel said. “Who? I don’t know what did you mean.” Sally was confused. “Jonas! I saw him kiss a woman in a coffee shop!” “What? You say Jonas kissed a woman?” Sally sh...
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Investigations: The Game Begins
“Sir. Mr. Hastings has been detained by the police.” “I know, James, thank you.” He waved off the butler from his observatory. As the door closed, a thunder clap shook the glass-domed room, and Minusc smiled slightly. He always ...
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Letters
Ladies and Gentlemen, I have robbed you of your attention. Thank you. You may steal it back at any time, naturally, but let me ask you this: Will you? Before making this decision, please consider my promise: these letters will redeem me. You now ask yo...
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Vacation
There’s that feeling you get after a long vacation. The booze is gone, it’s cold, you look out the window of the airplane and you see the same airport you took off from six days ago. It’s like reality is being put back onto your shoulders. Ev...
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Double Vision (Superhero Black Hole, Pt. 123)
Zoe smiled, her eyebrows arching. “Still with us, I see.” “Uhhhhhh…” I grunted. Zoe stepped out from behind me and wagged a finger at Zoe. “Is this some kind of sick joke?” “Uhhhhhh…” Zoe paid Zoe no ...
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Breakthrough (Superhero Black Hole, Pt. 122)
We rested for awhile. Al said he had to do some fiddling around with stuff and went into the projector room. He was kind enough to play for us some film from later on in the timeline. I think it was the thirteenth movie of the fourth reboot of Star Tre...
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Thinking About Death Again
Death, my death, anyone’s death, is always sudden, soon, it’s immediate, how much more will I bleed, ? can it already be contained in a silo some where, ? maybe in another universe with that perfect person I was always meant to be with...
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Four Years Later (Year 4)
Sit closer. Year four. Knock, Knock… on MY door? It’s opportunity. Share my struggles. Join this community? Find more friends. Feel this unity. So I improv this time. Ride the waves and begin my climb To progress. I express my stress to coalesce. ...
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Four Years Later (Year 3)
Come closer. Year three. Oblivious me. This relationship will die. Wolfstock performance. I think I’m gunna cry. Single again. Well at least I tried. Let’s be friends? I’m too much of a nice guy. Cut the ties and apply… All these frustrations t...
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Four Years Later (Year 2)
Feel closer. Year two. Major breakthrough. Fly with her. Feel the rhyme. Use that rhythm. It’ll only be one time… Wrong. I fall. I fall HARD. This physical chemistry caught me off guard. Every day is a new adventure. Every day is a new smile. Thi...
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Four Years Later (Year 1)
Four years later and I’m staring at my scars. Four years later and I’m lost in these stars. I lost my voice; you might hear a shriek. So sit back and relax, as we now take a peek… Into my life. A lot can happen in four years. All of which is expe...
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s13 INTERWRIT Challenge: Story In Pieces, Backwards!
Sally saw him, as she walked into the room. “What should I do?” she thought. “I shouldn’t doubt him…” she was struggling. ”But………” she knew that deep inside, there’s a devil living in her. She cannot trust him. “I have to know...
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Truth Behind Closed Doors
“Oh come now, Maisy! You are being utterly ridiculous.” Her cousin scoffed with a quick roll of her bright blue eyes. “I am being ridiculous!? You are the one who was galavanting around London, like some silly school girl. Really, Zah...
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Gypsys
Rafi flickered through the wallet as Janet and Mila got a hold of the man. He helplessly struggled to escape, but the rugged taste of the rope in his mouth was causing him to lose his breath. He watched in terror as Rafi began slowly pulling out money,...
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s13 INTERWRIT Challenge: Story In Pieces, Backwards!
Jonas hangs on the phone, sits on the chair for a while, and then falls asleep. Sally is waiting for this moment, hiding behind the door. She secretly walks toward him, picking up his phone. “I miss you, my dear. Neither do I forget about the promise...
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Can I Read It To You?
When we sit close enough to one another, I can see myself reflected through your eyes, and I start to wonder how you see me, with how I cannot cross my legs for too long or they fall asleep, or how my right eye wanders occasionally, (though you never m...
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Is there any hope anymore?
I keep a conscious stream of thoughts. Maybe thoughts are the enemy, but then again an empty mind is equal to empty emotions, and how does that help? Self-healing, they say. The pain I’m feeling is way too over the top for that. To stop caring won’...
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Words That Cut, Wounds Not to Heal
“You…rat! You piece of filth!” The words spat from her mouth. Her bony fingers extended then curled back into white-knuckled balls of fury. Head low, he stepped back slowly, taking note of the environment, the pan of hot grease, the k...
