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Cancer took Ned's wife away from him around the thirteenth of November; the mourning would extend to January.
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[Her adviser] looked at her and tilted his head, smiling. Over his shoulder she saw the M104 bus cruising up Broadway, and considered diving under it. Instead she took off toward the corner, in shame, and he followed. When they parted ways, he took her ha
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He built her as a playwright crafts a scene. For a lifetime he balanced the trickle of his love, his thoughts, his hope... his self... into her ears, until she became his story. [419 words] (Explicit language).
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O' madam, betwixt the pages A story professed to love A wonder of descriptive prose Delights read enraptured “My favorite book”, so you said O' madam, your heroine is flawed Wounding herself beyond measure And those she swears she…
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Each boy held a stick, nudging at something at their feet. Yuudai moved toward them, the burned grasses crunching like a cow eating heartily.
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"Being honest with me," said her teacher, "will hopefully allow you to be honest with yourself--writing is about being honest, and articulating that honesty."
It sounded like a riddle, and her teacher looked at her with the sanctimony of a wizard.
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"Her actions in the city seemed invariably designed to destroy that person, which she’d worked so hard all her life to become."
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It is New Year’s Day and I feel swollen with sorrow, the way a corpse swells in water. I can almost see the liquid seeping from my shoes when I walk, hear the squish, squish sound of my feet moving across the kitchen floor
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reiteration of sirens I took for granted he said klaxons pounded by palm heel in Staffordshire and Arcata
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once ascending pressure stops/
and sudden silence swallows/
and returns us, purified,
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... must we turn again (and again)/
to an orchestra stripped of wind and drum?
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Rose, silence her desire when she, in this moment of desire, has passed into the grey and dawdles in the margins of such a hurtful unconventionality. Bend her astray from such a becoming. It would be a horror show: intimate, endless, and bloody, just the
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here’s the deal…
sorrow follows tears…
pain later for the happiness now…
is the joy something we only borrow…?
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