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Conversations

“Your hair is a bit shorter now.” You tell me this while your hand begins to reach towards the ends … More

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Deconstructed

You took me apart piece by piece. Separated each fragment of my body and my soul and laid me along … More

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The Dark Hour

Every night, the clock stops. Time freezes right between 2 and 3 A.M. Everything, everyone is still. I wait for … More

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Fireworks

“Josie…Joooosie…” I feel myself slowly floating back into wake as my little brother tugs on my satin pajama sleeve. “Hmmm?” I … More

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Chemicals

C8H11NO2+C10H12N20+C43H66N12O12S2 The chemical formula for love. A substance that could produce the same feeling as love within an individual. A … More

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Voice

I met his voice before I met his eyes. I heard him rambling on endlessly about the vast, empty but … More

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Diners

The first time I saw him, he was digging ketchup out of a bottle with a knife. He was in … More

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Missing Me And Parts Of You: An Epistolary Short Story

“Carter. It’s Tuesday. Three days since you left. It’s been 72 hours of anguish. I’m laying awake at approximately 3:15 … More

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Rust: Chapter 2

“Recruits, gather up!” In that moment, I had no idea what I was going into but I felt…something. I was … More

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Rust: Chapter 1

Name: Scarlett Rayner Sex: Female DOB: 11/25/1998 Height: 4’7 Weight: 101 Blood Type: A Negative Parents: Unknown       … More

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Rust: Intro

There. Right there. I see him. Dull, worn gray hoodie with athletic sweats. His shaggy, copper hair is pushed back … More

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