Maybe it was fate. Or maybe just a weird coincidence. Whatever it was, he knew he would never be the same when the strange girl…
Prose & Cons
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Licking her lips and smiling slick Is the nun who wears the hooker’s heels. Her foam flowers conceal the slaking scent. She inflicts wounds she…
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There are many perspectives on what it means to be an American. Some Americans think being an American is unlimited opportunity, patriotism, diversity, integrity, tolerance,…
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Chained up, Like a beast locked inside a cage. Isolated from the outside world, Longing to escape. The restrictions, the loneliness, The unbearable pain and…
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The crackling flames of a campfire, Gooey chocolate and marshmallows, Laughter echoing throughout the forest, The distant sounds of water sloshing on the dock. …
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Clayton sat in the one room of her apartment that had no windows: the closet. Here, the noisy traffic of New York City was muffled.…
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My steel pleasure has already drifted into the night, And now I sit isolated above the court of lovers held tight. Stillness haunts me as…
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part one When I was a little girl, wispy blonde braids and no concept of the laws of gravity, I would often jump too high,…
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The spatula whips the hairs on the top of my head in one swift swing. A black plastic spoon swings around the kitchen splattering pancake…
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I have eight separate stretch marks circling my belly button. They look like tree branches, arching out from a trunk, large in size, with too…