Stories tagged “proud”
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Bullets Part II
I can’t walk like I’m going to get shot in the throat. I just can’t. and I hate everything you listen to. It’s loud and repetitive and every band sounds the same. And I love my tattoos, but I wish I knew you loved me without them. And I want to...
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fritz & zooey reinvented
Zooey tried to remember the last time she showered as she finger combed stringy locks of dark hair absently while lounging on an emerald armchair. Her bedhead had given her a chameleon-like ability among her fellow unwashed wannabe-hipster neighbors. I...
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morning salutations
With a swift gesture, the lid was ripped ferociously away from the coffee canister. Grinds were measured with a bent spoon, poured and spilled thoughtlessly in all the wrong places until they finally were aimed into the filter. Zooey pushed the brew bu...
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the morning after
More banging and groaning persisted. The figure reemerged and made its way towards the armchair’s fellow, the bedsheets dragging slowly behind, picking up unswept patches of dust in its trail. “Morning Fritz, dear,” Zooey sang out che...
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This Is Not Me.
It’s funny, the ways I find to pass the time. But what have I become? I’ve become someone something not me. And I’m not proud of it. But at the same time, I am; Attention enfolds me. Kisses smother me, suffocate me. Breath warm on my ...