Stories tagged “box”
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Laying Low
2300 Hours Cardboard Box, Alleyway It is currently four degrees under zero. My butt is freezing into an ice cube as it continues to snow furiously. Thanks to Elshahawk, I’ve decided to take her advice and lay low for awhile. A few hours ago, I gr...
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The Box
There is this thing that I do whenever I think of something to say to you or when anything reminds me of you. I write it down on whatever I have near me and put it in a box I keep in my closet. It sounds weird and a little out there, but it makes me sm...
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The Box
Imagine this scenario. Someone sets a locked box on a table and says, “This box is full of kittens.” There’s no sound coming from the box, and you call attention to this. Greg smiles and hands you a book which chronicles the kittens&#...
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Blank Space [a poem]
Blank space oh blank space Oh, how I loathe thee. So full of potential And yet you scare me. I’m flailing f’r’ideas, I just want to write! Some help you’re being, I give you my spite. Blank space, oh blank space, Why must you be...
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Pandora Taunting
Pandora had always taunted him, flitting in and out of the shadows of his life. In third grade she was outside his classroom the day they discussed the moon landing. At the end of sixth grade she was on the sidewalk as his bus went by, Jimmy Elkers tal...
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A Note To The Bomb Squad
If you are reading this, then I am dead. You will be dead too if you do not do exactly as this note says. Inside a small wooden box you see on the desk to your left is a remote control that will access my instructions for defusing the timer of the dirt...
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Flowers
The flowers came in a box the day before my birthday. I brought the box immediately up to my room as soon as I found it on the doorstep. It was dirty and dented, and the contents inside were in an even sadder state. The leaves were wrinkled, the buds s...
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Ashes Remain: Prologue Part 2
Quivering digits turned the pale photograph over, my crystal orbs studying it’s backside. A short sigh of breath escaped as I turned the picture over once again. I stood, my gray suit jacket rustling against the wooden chair that I had just sat o...
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The Bright Side of Boxes
“Come on, Pan, there’s got to be some way we can spin this,” cooed the nymph, cradling her friend. “How?” Pandora sobbed. “I’ve ruined everything. Everyone hates me! I’m going to get blamed for the terrib...