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  • Poetry > Sonnet
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    Shall I compare thee to a winter’s day? Thou art more bitter and more bleakly cold. Gold streaks do shaft the darkened clouds of grey, And winter’s tempest hath no fiercer scold. Sometimes white death – flax maiden sows – still gleams, And stark her beauty strikes in stride with...
  • Fiction > All Fiction
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    “You kept all the things I threw away A leaf I picked A birthday card I made” ———— She sits on her bed and wonders why she ever thought love was a good idea. She should know better, really. She should. She knew love would hurt her. But still, she loved. She thought he wouldn’...
  • Fiction > Realistic Fiction
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    It was beautifully clear day when she died. The sky stretched so flawlessly that it shouldn’t have been even a whisper of a thought to be marred by something like that. It was far too beautiful outside when she died. Would she have lived if it had been storming, dark and brooding and thunderous? ...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    it is a wavering hesitant light that shyly glances above the lip of the horizon it isn't a brilliant fiery rise it is a soft ghost of rose and warmth exhaled across fragile china blue it is a pale clear honey-amber haze that cloaks the circlet it is a muted quiet yawn of...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    The best place to cry, my dear Is in the pouring rain Where raindrops, teardrops Gently Fall soft and cry your pain....
  • Fiction > Romance
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    This is you to you, Chen. To you, the boy with the wide grin, dark chocolate eyes, and nearly black hair that you insist has 'natural style'. This is to you, your wicked sense of humor, your imperfect perfectness, and your crazy talent in your clarinet and of course, your violin. Thi...
  • Fiction > Romance
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    I watch him, silently, as he draws his hand gracefully into the air, the bow glossy and elegant in his hand. He hovers the bow a millimeter above the smooth strung strings. I watch him close his eyes in fierce concentration, and watch them snap open, filled with light. I bite my lower lip. And I wat...

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