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  • Fiction > All Fiction
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    For the first time, the water was in motion. Small, almost unnoticeable ripples grazed the rock upon which I was perched. My toes curled around the edge of the rock that was half submerged in the water and half exposed to the brisk breeze sailing by. I tried to remember what it felt like when ...
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    The melody of a faint trumpet flowed into the room. The resonance mellowed the static and miserable walls; it added a succulent texture to the featureless hardwood floor. The polish gleamed with a reflection of the music. Notes ruffled such muted air, crossing bleeding and disjointed synapses while ...
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    I knew my eyes were open; I saw nothing. A shadow from the trees covered the casket, the proportion of sunlight to shadow changing with every passing second. I clung to the memory of the overwhelming sunlight that reminded me of forgone simplistic beauty. The comfort of standing in the sun: bea...
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    A full, complete, and mastered face lay flat on a canvas perched on a fickle wooden stand, whose legs seemed fully prepared to relent, which would release the colossal face, sending it closer and closer to the ear-splittingly creaky floor beneath the benevolent artist. The artist, the young ma...
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    Kristopher’s legs swung back and forth too quickly to allow for any form of deceleration. His boots kicked up moist, sludgy mud that clung to his pants and even the bottom of his loosely dangling shirt. Kris’s arms were held tightly to his body as he fought against the expanses of his microcosmi...
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    Let me tell you, transforming into a mouse in front of my camp was flat out difficult. I was challenged trying to maintain a British accent, acting like an eight-year-old when I was tall enough to be 18, and last but not least, morphing into a mouse without making it look like the ultimate downfall ...
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    The faint wind blowing, the cars slowly drifting by in the parking lot, and the doors opening and closing all around me distracted me from tapping my foot in conjunction with the ticking of my watch. The sound was being drowned by the noise surrounding it. It was being grabbed by the neck, forced do...
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    The shock my worn down sneakers absorb from the ground reverberates through my legs, rises into my abdomen, resonates into my arms, and swells within my head. The thoughts dig their claws into the frail mind trapped inside of my malevolent skull, forcing me to cease running. The sudden jolt my body ...
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    Even though Titanic was released in 1997, it recently came back to theaters for the one hundredth anniversary of the ship’s sinking on April 15th, 1912. The movie revolves around Rose DeWitt Bukater and Jack Dawson, two passengers from very different backgrounds that fall in love while on the ...
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    A garbage bag is simply the plastic container of a person’s secrets—the secrets they want to dispose of. The secrets they know will shortly be ground into miniscule pieces that could never be recovered. The secrets that have the ability to manifest into a legitimate object. Yet some secrets, reg...
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    Dear Charles Dickens, Mr. Dickens, your writing has flown through the air, entered my body, and forcefully, yet beautifully, pierced the inner chambers—the atria and the ventricles—of my strongly beating heart. Your words—strong, bold, eloquent, articulate, dynamic, vivacious, abounding—...
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    The vibrant sunrise begged his eyes to open, to view the blending of a crisp blue and a warm and fluffy pinkish orange. The clouds all seemed to originate in that center point—where everything came from. The night sky, the morning sky, the clouds, the stars, the sun, the moon, and life. That point...
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    Grounded. Trapped within the four, bleak white walls of my room. I sat on my bed. My teeth clenched, hands morphed into spheres, and thoughts zooming through my mind. It was difficult to think clearly, for the pattering of the rain on my windows distracted me. One thought, however, breached that dis...
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    He trudged through the snow. His black boots ripped up the crystal white fluff and spit it around. He stopped and groaned at the frozen thought that snow had entered his secure and warm boot. He crumpled his fingers as they entered his boot to try and grasp the cold, wet snow. He stood up and made a...
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    The beat pulsed through the floor which rapidly changed colors, as it was in sync with the music. The lights impregnated the room with effulgent colors. It seemed as if the pigmentation of one’s skin had morphed into the present flashing color. Hands were thrown into the air and to the beat se...
  • Fiction > Realistic Fiction
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    I hate you. I can’t stand the sight of you. I can’t stand the thought of you. My world is consumed by your world. Everything I have, everything I love, is yours. I hate you. I never thought those three words would ever come out of my mouth and formulate themselves into the same sentence. But yet...
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    On July 17 at 8:37 P.M., I quietly snuck into a woman’s house and killed her. I threw her down, slit her throat, and left. As I ended her life at the blink of an eye, I felt a marvelous sensation run through my veins. It was the feeling of being able to live, and she no longer obtained that privil...
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    Chester Corwin was his name. He wasn’t well known in our town, people only knew him as the mortician who lived on Murk Street. I don’t believe he was ever seen talking to anyone, although on occasion a few people claimed that they’ve seen him speaking to a man no one else had seen before. The ...
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    Everything Bagels. Yummm. They’re so delectable and delicious. A combination of many different flavors. A crunchy composition after being toasted. A wonderful sensation of smelling the warm tastes while it’s heating up. So many different things on one bagel. How could anything ...
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    I slowly wriggle my body to find a more comfortable position for myself, and my mind. I am surprised by the difficulty of moving, every fiber of my sheets has latched onto my bare skin, making sure I don’t try to escape to relive the moment one last time. My lips brush up against my pillow case as...
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    A question waiting to be answered. A writer waiting for inspiration. A hunter waiting for its prey. A rain drop waiting to hit the ground. A sticker, waiting to unstick and soar through the air, even for just a moment. A book waiting to be read. A car waiting to be driven. An ice cube waiting...
  • Fiction > Romance
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    A town was no longer inhabited by a single soul. A very small town, in fact. It was composed of a small market, a bar, a gym, a bank, a salon, a post office, a pool (filled with air), a school, and a church. All of these pieces of infrastructure snuggly met at one intersection, guarded by one traffi...
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    Neave Greyhold, a common housewife living in Colorado, was sitting on her couch. Her feet were graciously placed on the coffee table in front of her. Her eyes were separated from the sight of her beautiful world by her eyelids. She took in a long and slow breath. Her lungs impregnated with thick, lu...

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