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  I am delusional

  

  By AbbyMarie, Harlingen, TX

  What if I was broken What if I was lost and hopeless And you were the knight that saved me Instead of the monster who broke me What if I was right to fall for you What if, because I was broken, I didn’t see the goodness in you And I was the reason for our downfall Me and my selfish heart ...
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  Walking In The Wind

  

  By AbbyMarie, Harlingen, TX

  The cold evening air whips past me, threatening to throw my tiny frame to the ground. Lately it has been pretty stormy. It is our warning of what is only beginning. People are boarding up the windows and leaving sandbags by their doors. Everyone is stocking up on canned foods, water bottles, and fla...
• Fiction > Realistic Fiction
  Ocean Wind

  

  By AbbyMarie, Harlingen, TX

  Wind can be a strong thing. Wind can be soft thing. It can be as quiet as a little girl telling her best friend who her first crush is. Wind can be a loud thing. It can surround you in screaming pressure. But what I have learned in all my years is that there is nothing like the ocean wind. The o...
• Fiction > Romance
  The First Rose

  

  By AbbyMarie, Harlingen, TX

  Roses are red, violets are…no. This isn’t one of those little love poems. Roses are kind Roses are happy. Roses are passion, and roses are love. Roses are the flower you give to ill people. Roses are hope. Roses are forgiving. But the rose in front of me is wrinkled and dead. The rose ...
• Fiction > All Fiction
  Black Night

  

  By AbbyMarie, Harlingen, TX

  I stand in the middle of the street, my eyes open. Black. It’s what I see. Black. No stars. No moon. It’s a black night. Heavy clouds cling close to the ground. I can feel my body getting cold by the falling water. Light flashes in a zigzag shape and touches the ground near me. I don’t flinch,...
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  Dead Winter, Not

  

  By AbbyMarie, Harlingen, TX

  My white cotton dress seems to thin when the frigid wind blows, touching my skin all over. I tip toe through the mud and roots that have made appearances above ground. The green grass has pretty much vanished now in this December weather but when I see a single blade of it, sticking up confidently i...