Stories tagged “Paper”
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Pigeon Feathers
The room was completely silent, except for the quiet scratching noise of a quill on paper. Bent over a massive wooden table sat an old man, carefully tracing line after line on a sheet of finest paper. With endless patience, his fingers drew continents...
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The Last Letter
She sat at the window, pen in hand, looking at the blank sheet of paper upon her knees. This is harder than she thought. The only reason why she refused to say it face to face is she knew she would say the wrong things- hurtful, jealous, unforgiving. N...
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Waking Up
Yawwwwwn I open my eyes, excpecting to be in my comfy, plush bed with the pillows all around me and my cat snuggling next to me… But alas, there is sand in my pajama shorts and in my hair. I have dried seaweed stuck to my legs and arms. I see my ...
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Letters and Locks
Smooth, unlined paper, with bumps raised from the fervor of his writing. Typical Caleb. Dear Marisol, You haven’t answered any of my calls or texts so I’m reverting to letters, of all things. I know I’m not supposed to contact you, bu...
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Papers: The Girl Who's Always Been There
The first thing I see when I enter my office is papers. Everywhere. And, coming from somewhere in the room, my co-worker’s drowned scream. Drowned in paper.
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Papers: The New Girl
I hear the sound of the door opening, and I feel like the sky’s opening, although I wouldn’t see it anyways. But my desperate pleas for help are drowned. Who would think I’d die drowned in papers.
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Papers: What the Camera Saw
A woman enters what seems to be her office and sees papers everywhere. Before even thinking of getting angry, she hears her co-worker’s screams under them.
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Paper Weight
It’s strange. For a moment it felt like I was standing outside my body. Like I was me, and her, and some sort of neutral observer at the same time. Maybe it was just a literary device. “What happened?” I waded into the mess of paper, ...
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everything i need
“I made you a mix tape,” he said as he rummaged frantically through his coat pockets. He extracted a haphazardly folded yellow sheet of paper, unfolded it, and presented it to me with his typical lopsided smile. “This is a mix tape?&#...
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Puppets Can Be Detectives Too
“Excuse me?” The cashier jerked awake and looked about for the source of the voice. “Down here.” He peered over the cash register to see a small puppet standing there. It couldn’t have been more than a foot high, felt blon...
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Juan de Silva in 25 Years
In twenty-five years, I will have outlived both of my uncles. I will have lost my accent by then. I will have gotten out of this town and will do something that means something to me. Like art. I would like to just be able to draw and draw and draw as ...
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Eleven O'Clock
“Come in, come in,” Alan said impatiently to the quiet, measured knock-knock-knock at the door. He waved his hand in the air, gesturing, as the door opened. “Take a seat, we need to make this quick. My eleven o’clock just got mo...
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My Spoken Word
I feel the rhythms of the bass flowing through me as this pen connects to the paper The Vocals of Brandy’s Human Album connects me with the melodies and harmonies of something new. I can feel it brewing, all the emotions swirling against the tide...
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pen to paper
With her ipod in hand and 400 bucks in her pocket, she reached for the keys to her white jeep. While she thought her dad was asleep, his voice did not surprise her. “Where you leaving to so late?” his voice was more sad and almost defeated...
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Rain Check
The tiny scrap of paper had been passed down from generation to generation. My mother seemed to recall her mother telling her that it was over 300 years old. For being so ancient, I marveled at how legible the writing upon the wrinkled, yellowed square...
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A Gift Freely Given
I had to do it all properly, of course. With the decision made, I visited those places again, with a new eye toward what I wanted. Certain scarves, certain charms, just the right blankets, a fine pair of socks or two. It helped to know her tastes, and ...
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Raw 3-d!
A man sits in an all white room with no visible exit. As the camera zooms into his eyes, you can see the reflection of what he is staring at; a teddy bear sitting on a stack of paper. Still viewing the teddy bear from the reflection of his eyes, a reco...
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Loose Leaf Sheets
One side’s wide And dull The other side slides Invisible Both are pale And plainly painful Plentiful; Palpable Paper cutting blades; Bleach-blank (title) tidal (waves) page Lost; froze Embossed; flows Why solidify what you think In dry graphics...
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Paper
I have too many paper chain friends. I can set a match to one and watch the flame lick up each in succession before I can even blink. I can’t miss paper friends much; they all come from the same mold. Our relationships aren’t even as thick as the p...
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Paper
We stand outside in the pouring rain, I can feel the frigid water pouring down my shaved head and I have to supress the urge to shiver. I watch the floating sentries out of the corner of my eye, their floating, vaguely birdlike shapes give me the creep...
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Blot
My name is Nicolas. The month is October, 201- The piece of paper floated out from the encyclopedia. She bent gracefully down to pick it up, its jagged edges making her feel like she had torn it from a point in the past. The words were written neatly o...