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Disturbia.
A perfect utopia. A euphoric embrace of time where you could simply follow the path set out for you, or endlessly repeat the cycle of nightmares that may continuously deem…
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What We Can
As an avid learner, my curiosity for people grows fervently every day. How we communicate with one another, an individual’s ins and outs, their likes and dislikes, are topics that…
Posted inLove and Relationships Self-help Short Stories
Terminal Velocity
Balance is second-nature. Will is a hawk, lithe presence peering down from forty feet above. The walkway lies - a gorge, a crevasse, splitting the earth down to the rising…
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Hawthorne Academy
Do not speak unless spoken to. Do not show weakness. Be the best in every aspect. These are just a few amongst the multitude of rules drilled into Maxine and…
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One Step at a Time
Warm. Patient. Home. Those were the adjectives her father embodied, present even in the earliest memories she had of him. A pleasant, yet bitter feeling always followed when she reminisced…
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The World At Our Feet
If we’re running out of time, if we are that’s fine, Just don’t make me ride by myself. So 'till it all slows down, Ride with me round and round…
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Paper Dolls
Trigger Warning: Gore, Animal Death, Implied / Referenced Cannibalism Outside, thunder rapped against the steel frame of the windows. Emmanuel sat, and watched the rain streak tears against the flat…
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Three Silver Coins
Gabriel June 20th, XX21 - 10:15 AM “Come one, come all! For we’re selling all your deepest desires at the cheapest of prices!” Beneath the radiant summer sky, Herobine’s marketplace…
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THE RIPTIDE.
Red liquid spilt onto the wooden floor, caressing the cracking splinters as sloshes of red seeped into his worn-out socks.Pathetic. Useless. That was all he could see himself as.Donovan Choo……
Posted inCreative Hall Poems
The Silver Dawn
A star streaks the eastern reaches of the universe Across gulfs of empty darkness, silent planets, gas giants It died a million years ago Tonight it shines brighter than anything…