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There’s a room
Full of white
And it smells
Like bleach and
Iron
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When they arrived at the base it was a quarter passed twelve in the afternoon. The sun sat right above the city. Rays of hope and triumph reflected off of Class 3 Assault Rifles and military vehicles capable of packing enough punch to put a hole in your motivation.…
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37853
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A short play based on college life.
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Memoir: 8 1/2 characters with dissociative-identity-disorder.
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The world was tired and thin. Winding down, it had no interest -- no patience -- for Joe Foxwood, the last man on earth; and Joe knew it.
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So, for a long time, you were a color. One in the body of a human, of a woman, with arms and legs — long legs — with a face, and hair, and a presence. A tangible hue.
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I sat there, observing the city people. Frowns upon all our faces. The rain moistened my heart and journal. A blind family; a trio. They used their wands to lead the way.Their faces read joy but, most importantly, satisfaction.My envy filled the damp page.
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He had a handsome dial tone, we called him every name but his.
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a white rabbit with a dirty monocle and a straw hat regarded marsha from the grass at the edge of the mud.
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