Stories tagged “growing up”
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Growing up saurous
When I grow up I am going to be a velociraptor. I will huff and puff and shed these keratinous plates, refolding reptilian origami forms into which I will curl myself and sleep. I will retract all these legs and burst from my chrysalis with a mighty cl...
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Playing House
We never really stopped pretending. The games just got different. We pretended to be independent adults while our parents paid our cell phone bills. We pretended we could hold our liquor by mixing shots with water. We pretended to be in love… Playin...
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Got to Leave
The same hills, The same sky. How do you expect me To leave? The same rivers, The forrest, The waterfalls. The fields, The moors, Those tiny cottages, With the butter yellow Doors. The rain, That makes us moan. Always rain. The rain that pours, It send...
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Nostalgia (emotion challenge)
Take me back to promises made on the cold concrete floor of the house you left so gladly. Take me back to fairies in the garden and all the pretty deceptions we believed with all our hearts. I’m losing the memories of years spent in blissful inno...
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I'm an Alcoholic Peter Pan
let hide from real life behind a veil of drugs and booze and smoke we’ll cough and yell and laugh too loud when someone tells a joke its the life i want that i cant have because the world says so i wish there was a place like that, somewhere i co...
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The Man From The Other Poem But In The Past
In Tennessee there was Tiny Lil’ Fred and sometimes he wished he were dead. but one day he grew tall, and on top of it all, he grew much more than tall, it is said…
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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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Once, there were blue fairies.
I used to watch them from my bedroom. Peering out of my window hoping they wouldn’t see me. Little sparks of blue that flickered and shot around the garden, cute little smiles on their faces as they put the flowers to sleep for the night and woke...
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In the Shadows of Men (4)
Once I was dressed she ushered me out into the kitchen and instructed me to go and collect eggs from the chicken coops for breakfast. This I did unhesitatingly, we were playing a game of course. I returned half an hour later with a full basket of eggs ...
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Second Chances
She forgot him. Not all at once, but at fits and starts over years, her mind piling full of new memories that had nothing to do with his blue eyes or the curve of his lips. She built dreams of a future that bore no resemblance to the fantasies she ente...
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16.5 [Coming of Age Challenge]
16.5 means second-guessing your every move trying to predict the impact it’ll have trying to make the right choices. 16.5 means sobbing at Senior Speeches in that cramped, sacred greenroom because you know it will be your turn soon to leave, and ...
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Why I love reading
Growing up I loved books. I loved them so much that my family dentist, whom I only saw once a year when I was a kid, would always ask me “What books are you reading?” I remember days when my mom would call out from the kitchen while my brot...
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Mapping Truth to Fiction
“It was a long time ago, when both us were undergoing similar, yet distinct changes. Your kind calls it the Tempest, we thought it was damnation. We didn’t know each other then, but as like stretches out toward like, we met in a grove outsi...
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The most brilliant Dream
14; is it a lot or is it a little; is it enough to make one strong, or are they still brittle i’m in that cocoon, i havent seen the moon; just the sun, intensely bright, terminating the light but once i emerge; there’s a sudden surge; of co...
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Again
You’re the kind of girl That gets left behind Shoved into corners Out of sight Out of mind It’s not right It’s not fair But it’s obvious, Nicole That they’ll never care You feel Oh, you feel Broken hearted I see You ste...
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Sentimentality
One after another, I stuffed my belongings into my suitcase, working efficiently. I had never been the sentimental type; even as a child, I had tried not to assign feelings to inanimate objects. Things got lost, burned in fires, shrank in the laundry. ...
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Single Socks
I looked at the bar of soap in the dish by the faucet and wondered if it was going to remember me. Back in my room, the half-full closet was looking half-empty. There was a tv too big for the dorm room, a few scattered pens and pencils, a mountain of d...
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Just Like You (Poem)
Lie on night’s lawn Swallow oblivion By the gallon Get high but… “Ut-tut-tut! Come down Come dawn Come on COME ON! I know It’s not your fault I know I know I don’t care I just want you there Alive and there It’s no ...
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Shell of a Man P.2
He knew he was getting older. His house looked like the house his parents used to own in Miami, because the nail clipper, like everything else, was exactly where he expected it to be. Next to the bottle of light-green toothpaste in the medicine cabinet...
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For My Friend
You’re taking a path Through blades of grass As sharp as knives We used to laugh And let things pass Now you and I’ve Led separate lives I sympathize Heaving desperate cries At the thought of you leaving Forever— I cannot fully realiz...
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I, the undermentioned
The tune bobbed along. She didn’t have to think, not while the song played it’s merry, morbid, way out. The voice was familiar, she remembered it weaving out songs from an old cd player, but not this one. Like he’d been saving it just...
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How to Lose Your Virginity (A Poem)
Brains burdened by heaviness, Sauce in the mind, of the glass, Like a condiment to cover up the flavor of regret. Great white teeth, Brushed three times daily To hide the stain Of bile rushing past the Tongue too often. The topless girl in the middle o...
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Aging
I try not to complain about my age, because when I’m 30, I’m going to say “I wish I was in my 20’s again!” But I’ll try not to complain about my age then, because when I’m 40, I’m going to say “I wi...
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A Blimp With No Teeth
Freshly woken, in a stale state of mental murkiness, I opened the fridge and considered my options. Orange juice boring, milk mo (ugh) I mean no , water water-ever. “Hey, did you grow up in a barn?” My dad asks. He’s way too sarcastic and rhetori...
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Life and Formatting
I waited. And waited. Waited some more. What was I waiting for, you ask? To be big enough, you see. I wanted to be a grownup! My parents thought it was so cute! They thought I wanted to be mature. But no! My thinking was more literal. I wanted to grow ...