Stories tagged “lives”
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donating blood
There is a hole in my arm. Right in the middle. It’s small and perfectly round, oh, and it’s bleeding. Well, not bleeding anymore, but it was. Blood started flowing almost as soon as the needle pricked its way in and I was hooked up to the ...
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Morana
I sat on the cold garden tile wondering what had happened the night before. The wind was blowing harshly, so I knew yesterday was something I didn’t want to know. I got up from the spot I was sitting and walked over to the house. Gently opening t...
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Morana (2)
I woke up early that morning when the sun was glowing in my face and music was playing downstairs. I put on a tank top and shorts to go see who was playing. I quietly walked down stairs, smiling at the tune of the music. When I got down stairs I saw Mo...
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Your Eyes.
Your eyes. You know how I melt in your eyes. They’re lies, they hypnotize, disguise. I despise your eyes. They look They stare without a care, everywhere. Do I dare lose myself in your eyes? I’m lost I’m found. All around there is no...