Category: Creative Writing
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I scratched in my personal notebook with a blue ink pen because I was upset again: Why are you so… Read more.
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Out in the Southwest I was Terracotta patio four stories high Two black metal chairs Black metal table Void of… Read more.
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The street was wet with rain and warped neon. I stepped into a bar and lounge called Cucumber. That’s it.… Read more.
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There was a dark, lonely road of dirt that led to a bright spot at the end. There were leaves,… Read more.
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There’s only 12 left again. A pair of tulips, blue and orange. A heartbeat on two lips, river red and… Read more.
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She was eating a banana in the produce section. I noticed because I’ve really been into the color yellow lately.… Read more.
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And it was the crack of a symmetrical dawn lepers hanging clothes with no sleeves legless pants heartless armor the… Read more.
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The ancestral drift of dinner plates 5:15 am egg glow a smile in a mirror old antique wall ghost teeth… Read more.
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The baby nearly crawled off the airport food court table because we were too busy arguing. I threw down a… Read more.
