Stories tagged “courage”
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The Warning
She laid her hands On me That last time I was sick Tired I drew the line I don’t know what Went through her head She laughed the way She usually did But this time I was serious Just because I’m Different than her Doesn’t mean she has ...
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Desire
As I walk, it’s still there and when I ignore it, it just gets bigger. It won’t go away on its own. I have to muster up the courage and power to get rid of it. It watches me when I’m with others and it tortures me when I’m alone...
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Courage in the Courtyard (part 1)
To my dismay, that twerp still haunts me in my dreams on occasion. Thankfully, when she appears in them, I do not let her turn them into nightmares. She just taints my dreams a bit with her evil—but I’ve learned by now that her wrath can’t hurt m...
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An Animal's Fear
You say you’re not scared, but the very fact that you exist contradicts that. You’re so scared that you’re afraid that even admitting that will somehow endanger you. So scared that you lock up those who are not. Afraid you might not b...
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Confidence Fades
My adrenaline starts racing, which keeps Confidence closer to me then Desire, or Reality. When Emily finally gets to me, I’m a bit proud of myself for sticking it out. Now I have to ask her to hang for Pride to arrive again. Or maybe Happiness w...
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An Emotional Battle
I sit down in class, and thank God for assigned seats, because mine is all the way in the back. Confidence and the Negative Emotions argue to the death right in front of me, which I must admit does keep me entertained. “Emily totally likes us! We...
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Moment of Happiness or Worry?
My hands are shaking as I undo the paper’s perfect fold. My heart’s pounding hard and Fear, Reality, Uncertainty, and Doubt are all battling with Confidence, and its all up to me to either shut them up or make more emotions arrive. james ab...
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Runaway
“They want me to come straight home ’cause they found out I was lying. There is no Matt at church. Ha,” I say in a tone that Kylie is used to. This isn’t the first time my parents have caught me in a lie. “I’m sorry,...
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Melted Mirror (a poem)
The mirror melts before my eyes, Silver sludge spreads on the floor, Reflecting back who I am no more, Why should this pan of glass, Get to tell me who is me? Still over time it just sinks in, It finally gets under your skin, To become this thing you a...
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A New Birth for the Ancient Man
Black smudged hands and aching joints were a thing of the past. The massive machine that sat in front him, staring blankly back, with his aged expression mirrored in it’s screen, seemed to taunt him. Yes, it had been years. And, yes, many of his ...
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Alcohol.
Alcohol. Just give me that truth serum. Shot, chug, bong- my best friends. Always there for me when I need them. Don’t mind me as I drown myself in my own subconscious thoughts my own sober-hidden feelings. Ignore me as I let loose, get up, dan...