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You see me as intelligent. Smiling at your ingenuity, I ask about your dog. “Oh, Holly’s doing well,” you reply, chuckling. “Fatter than ev
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“Why do we conform, obey so willingly,” she pondered, eyes lowered so as to forget the momentarily mute listener before her, to relinquish
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“Why do we trust blindly?” he mused, confusedly bitter, “Because we’ve been taught that such an act, a leap of faith, is beautiful, noble.
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“I understand you completely,” I imagined informing him, my tone authoritative, my eyes locked on his, serious, certain, strong, sure.
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The two girls stood before the door of their most detested professor, one holding orchids, the other roses. They had chosen these specific flowers for their distinctly feminine flair, for Mr. Desmond was loathe to anything t
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She sat there, guilt weighing her down into the plush chair. She sipped her mocha frappuchino, hoping it would lighten her spirit, clear her mind, but knowing all the while that it would only make her heavier, slower, sadder.
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Louella had never much liked lying on a stony mattress, covered in damp, very flowery sheets. Nevertheless, she lie there, head buried in her pillow, as she willed her limbs to relax into sleep. This was made annoyingly diffi
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“Sally, honey,” my mom called tentatively from behind my resolutely closed door, “you okay in there?”1 / Unwilling to lie anymore, I shook
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An electric shock of iciness pulled him down into oblivion. Barely conscious, he lay there, the stony wetness of snow numbing his insides. He hoped their secret was safe. Nothing more could be done to ensure her safety, weath
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He ruled the world with an iron fist and a stony heart, an apathetic frown plastered to his face. Power had come as an innate cursed gift t
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My conscience, so long absent, has now made a hideously triumphant return. My flaws, once kept even from myself with well-worded lies, have been revealed. Unwillingly, I sympathize with your tears as they mingle with my own s
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I used to look forward to his letters, my only connection to the outside world. Becoming more and more dependent on him, I felt a sort of comfort that can only be found in revealing your true self to a person. To him, I revea
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His words buzzed harmoniously in her ears, shockingly beautiful. “Fill your dollhouse with life.”1 / So she did, setting to work on molding little beings out of clay. At the center of each one, s
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Once her friend, this unrecognizable girl knew her every secret, her every wish, her every dream. She could be dangerous if she chose to be
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Glaring down at the figure writhing on the floor in drunken exhilaration, she shook her head. Once, she’d actually thought that she knew that boy. “Apparently not,” she grumbled dejectedly, scanning the room for someone at le
by travis34dietC
300 words, 3 comments,
on Mar 22 9:49 AM 2008. In
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Gazing wistfully out the window of his mustard-yellow taxi, the driver sighed, wishing, as he frequently did, that he would finally wake up from the nightmare which was his life. He’d never meant to end up as a short, stout,
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Wailing, full of pain. Horrible. Please stop, I thought desperately, please. It took me a moment to realize that the soul-wrenching noise was coming from myself. 1 / “Trisha!” my mother called, s
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“Why does this always happen?” she cried, burying her head between her knees, “Why?”1 / Retreating from the apparently crazy person before me, I couldn’t help but stare as all the other passenge
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1 / “C’mon Jake,” I sighed, patting him on the back, “nothing lasts forever.”2 / “I know,” he murmured, gazing longingly at Kristie’s window, “but I really thought…”
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“You could have told me, you know,” I murmured hesitantly, hoping he’d believe me, or at least understand.1 / “I’d like to believe that,”
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“Do you think there’s something wrong with me?” / “Why?” Geena asked, sliding her sunglasses down her nose to look at me. / “Everyone leaves me,” I sighed, leaning back on my sister’s pink towel. / “What
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“Why?” my mother cried, arms flailing as if trying to get a grip on her life that was slipping away from her. / “I…” Realizing that I didn’
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“Mommy,” I murmured, poking her with a tentacle, “did we always live here?” / “Hmm?” / “Here, on the moon,” I repeated impatiently, “Did we always live here?” / “Of course, Hon,” my mother said, stroking
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You’ve always been told / You weren’t good enough / Not smart enough / Not social enough / Not perfect enough / So you believed them / You listened to the lies, / Th
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“When do you think Daddy will come home?” Cara asked, pulling her knees to her chest. / “Soon,” I assured her. / “Do you think Mimi will co
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Choking on the torrent of words trying to escape my throat, I croaked, “How?” / “He was bad for you,” she said, as if it was perfectly unde
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“I’m going out, ok?” / “Fine,” I sighed, turning away from Katie, my twin sister, “just be back by eleven, ok?” / “Yeah, yeah, sure Liz.” And with that she was gone, leaving behind the smell of too-expensive per
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“Melissa.” / / “John,” I sighed, “What have done to yourself?” / / He gave me a lopsided grin that made him look years younger, reminding me of the John I’d known in high school. “Missing you.” / / I shook my head. “No,” I muttered, slightl
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“I’m sorry, honey,” he whispered into my hair, “It’ll never happen again.” / / I nodded, breathing in his familiar scent of sweat and alco
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