Tag: Creative Writing
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Dusk casts a copper-scented glow The passing on the paneled facade gently burns Memories on construction paper taped to the… Read more.
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Flittering filth and glass lenses. The dais waits under fuzzy white light. The podium is propped. The whole of the… Read more.
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You can’t say “write like magic” It isn’t right to be so tragic And Nob Hill hip And Q-Town super… 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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The psithurism of the autumn forest flutters as the madmen of the otherworld profit from global uncertainty. I drive the… 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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Grandmama smoked cigarettes, the smoke swirling as the red-wing black birds she watched fluttered like ruby UFOs in the big… 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.
