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  • Nonfiction > Personal Experience
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    God, where do I begin? Should I discuss the cold, hard wood beneath my steady fingers as they slowly glide from oak to ivory? Or should I comment upon the delicate ting of the overtones that line the sound that echoes from that undulating A-flat? I should not. No; I will not. I should, however, ...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    Record Player it stands on the shelf faux wood veneer peeling at the corners cheap plastic lid slightly askew this thing is older than me the way the needle falls into place reminds me of how i fell into you when i touch it it feels cold under my fingers its dials worn from years of ...
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    Unrequited love is a funny, silly, and absolutely absurd little thing. It’s a little red monster, cowering in corners, lurking within the deepest confines of the mind, waiting for the opportune time to strike. When he does, he is always armed with slivers of paper or fragments of wood, torture dev...
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    Is it your modus operandi to make me quiver? For as long as I've know you, you've driven me mad with your sparkle and charm and bitter-pill soul. Under that slyly indifferent and glossy unconcerned outer shell, I feel that cacophonous, talc and egg-shell fragile inside that bleeds through ...
  • Opinion > Spirituality / Religion
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    Mouths chatting away, music a tad bit too loud for the time and place, and a walking, talking advertisement for Urban Outfitters: this is my church experience. “So what are you doing after church?” I ask as I attempt (and fail) to make small talk with a reasonably attractive girl. The pastor cal...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    I could touch the stars. I could sweep my hands and send meteors shooting towards the ground on which I stand. I could breathe the solar winds. I could exhale and send solar flares light years from my mouth to your ears. I could hear the galaxies. I felt the bass and the trills s...
  • Opinion > Discrimination
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    “Everyone is just trying to figure everything out, and all we can do as people watching is to love them just for whom they are.” My mother, who has celebrated the ripe old age of fifty-five, lives by these very words every day. Her sensibilities and emotions have their flaws, but overall, h...
  • Fiction > Romance
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    My story begins at night; how most stories start. The dusk had already carried itself across the sky and settled in the West. The sea shown brilliantly as the last streaks of sunlight glimmered and glanced off the water. The stars, one by one, emerged from the sky’s thick covering of deep blue fab...

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