Stories tagged “prose”
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Prose of Priscilla, Poetry of Paralee
If middle school was a kingdom, then Priscilla would surely be the queen. She was tall, graceful, pretty, and interacted well with people. She wore stylish, trendy clothes, and was the one that people strived to please. Priscilla was adored by the tea...
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A Writer's Advice to His Son (Two words: "calendar" and "crumb")
Don’t trust the beauty of the poet. The sparkling crumbs she offers, doled out piece by niggling piece, aren’t a sign of discretion but rather proof of a stingy heart. Instead seek a writer of prose, one who ladles out her gifts in dollops....
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An Open Letter to Radio Silence
The sun had supposedly set hours ago — the day had been quite dreary, the clouds a dull grey comforter covering the sky, dusting all with a constant drizzle. I needed to get out of the house; while the air had cleared hours ago, I was choking on ...
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Terribly Sorry... I Guess...
It’s been a long time coming, but I had to tell you that I’m sorry… I guess. I’m sorry that I didn’t realize what was really going on. I’m sorry that I let you in. I’m even sorry that I let you know how big of ...
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Untitled
I’m up way too late again thinking about unpleasant things we all have to face. How sudden our lives will end one day. How it could end painfully and without peace. I can tune it out with distractions, and denial, and comforts, and simple pleasur...
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Let Your Intuition Guide You
Intuition is my guide. It tells me what to focus on and where to go. It means everything to me. I can fall back on my intuition to figure things out if there are no leads, or I can use it to defy what is wrong and choose the actions and paths that are ...
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A Change of Prose
Hair of black and eyes of subdued green, Milton blended into the crowd, a morose footnote on the liturgy of life. Hands a quiver he wrote and wrote, composition notebooks filled with musings on the meaninglessness of existence. With short, choppy phras...
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Paradoxes: Visitations of the Lowly
A world of squalor paraded before young Talus’ eyes, blinking in and out of existence behind the wooden bars of his cage. Nobles floated along, oblivious, uncaring, or both. Merchants zipped this way and that, urgently striving and conniving. Pea...
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News Flash/ Poetry vs Prose /Bloody Heap of Humanity
Here’s some news! I refuse to be used I choose careful clues A foot print pair of terrible hooves I stare stoned and lose Bare boned with barely Bearable blues and clarity Waking wearily wearing Booze breath Two step in my shoes Cruise in my f...
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Resolution
Another round of drinks? Another night, methinks. An appointment I have dreaded, is headed my direction. One night’s indiscretion, a heart full of apprehension. Reckoning awaiting. Fate won’t be denied. Warmth, bright eyes and smiles, greet...
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Careless
I couldn’t care less. I don’t care any more. I could still change my mind, but it won’t change the score. We didn’t really have a choice, we didn’t play, but still lost. Well into the future, we’ll all pay the cost. ...
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Campus Philosophy
“We are all in one of two places.” The kid paused and glanced around before continuing. “Either one is chasing false hope, or realizing their hope is false and despairing.” He had everyone’s focus. No way he could spit thi...
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submissive
She is just the right height, ebony hair falling daintily down her graceful back, tucked demurely behind her ears. Chin perpetually tilted downwards, her mind is focused on my will. Doing my will hurts her, she is perfectly aware. But she delights in i...
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Leak
The rain thundered on, trampling everything beneath it. Drip, drip, drip, into buckets balanced around the space. The wet comes and goes – fleeting. His eyes stare emptily into the dark, showing no signs of life. The distant church bells peal, he...