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  • Fiction > Realistic Fiction
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    The lights glow dimly in the windows of the townhouses, shrouded by rolling clouds of mist. The only sound he could hear was the slight wave of the leaves of the giant oak trees, their branches cradling the street lamp on the stairs to the house. The forest beside the house was lovely and austere...
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    "I feel sorry for not keeping in touch," she sighs, even though this was the first time she has ever thought of keeping in touch with him. "It doesn't matter," he shrugs, "it's middle school. No one expects forever." She remembers the message scrawled in her yearbook, a passing remark about "may...
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    when the sun sets, she’s all alone, gazing through the lace curtains, the sun bleeding through the sky  – her pale fingers tightly curled in her lap. She can hear her son calling her name from downstairs, his voice echoing hollowly. her withered lips part, but her throat is shriveled and ...
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    The sunlight dances on the crackled dark-gray asphalt, sparkling as it bounces off the windshield – a halo of light streaming across across the listless trees that have clung to the thread of warmth in the bitter winter – waking the wilted grass, which springs up, bleached lively green s...
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    the sun sets but the actual flaming orb of gas cannot be seen. Rather the trees on the valley glow scarlet, as if in the throes of autumn in the middle of winter, but as I step closer, I see they are masquerades, trying vainly to recapture their once brilliant hue. the clouds dr...
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    It is 11 a.m. and the world looks like it has gone to sleep The pittering rain sings a gentle lullaby; soft waves of mist envelop oak trees in a silken blanket. I step outside my slumbering house, Opening my bright purple umbrella the white polka dots shine against the somber fo...
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    Gossamer silks rustle softly, dancing away with the mischievous breeze silk and velvet ribbons flutter like butterflies, pointed shoes – fly away to neverland, darling. I see you when you arrive....
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    The gauzy curtains shine with golden light as the sun dances through our silhouettes, but it never quite reaches his face. His arms are crossed tightly into an oversized coat with greasy stains, his sharp chin juts forward – he is all sharp angles and clean lines. Dark red circles adorn...
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    The bus rolls along under a bridge, and I remember tumbling down the slide in the neighborhood playground. Rusted green, the bright plastic slide curved and dipped precariously. It had a covering on top, blocking out the sun. I would cry as my body was jostled from side to side. I was as fa...
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    Bubbles – so delicate, girls dance within these spheres, a swish of skirts, a kaleidoscope of pink blue purple, colors bleeding on the pristine surface. They would like to know each other, learn why one bubble is a luscious pink, another a mysterious violet Every time their bubbles coll...
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    The cuff of my light winter jacket brushes teasingly against my hand the rich golden brown paste, arranged in a henna pattern, feels cool against my skin But the liquid paste squishes sickeningly, collapsing under the starchy cuff, and just like that, a part of the henna is irreversibly erase...
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    I would send you a present, if not for the pigeon with chrome tipped feathers that could not be tamed with a few keys. But if I were, the wind would sing, the leaves would dance, as the chrome tenderly cradles its treasured package. A mobile of colors twirls with the sky, spinning even when...
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    A glutton I am, drifting upwards vainly, up against the pale blue tarp, seeking the iridescent pearls and sapphires that wait through the tumultuous storms bolts of luscious silk that wink, with hints of blue and pink, waves that crash during a storm, toppling like dominoes, one over the...
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    The arch of lashes, closed eyes, as you lift a foot into the air - the air? What is it, really? The path that you have ambled on, every day after school through slippery ice and blooming flowers, through mountains of fiery leaves, is not so familiar anymore. Is your foot venturing on the pa...
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    A lump of clay has been plopped down on the dusty old pottery wheel. It's a smooth red-brown twinkling with the secrets of a sly fox, but still managing to be pure. The wheel creaks as it starts to spin inconsistently, dragging the clay along through the bumpy and the calm, changing it ...

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