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  • Fiction > Realistic Fiction
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    The first snowfall started at 3 am. The neighborhood was still dark, barely lit by the soft glow of street lamps. It went on until the first touch of sun met the snow covered branches, and when the neighborhood woke up it looked out of the window, and held its breath. The silence that the snow broug...
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    She asked me for a cigarette and I asked to see her tattoo- a beautiful Woman on her back. I light her up, and she's sleepy. she takes me back to her apartment, and we lie on her bed; the thick duvet in psychedelic patterns. Pillows filled with incense she burns, and I gather the ashes ...
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    He fell in love with the woman on her back- a tattoo, a beautiful creature painted designed by Alphonse Mucha. "Who is that?" he had to ask - "My inner writer" was the reply. She, who was melancholy and prone to depression intricate, her mind a labyrinth but that night, ...
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    Tuesday, November 26th, 2013. It was eight pm on a Tuesday night in november. The sun had set quickly, and the night surrounded the house like a blanket, its' lights yellow and soft in the thick darkness. It had been raining all day, steady and cold. I could see my breath, clouds of vapor...
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    She bangs her head against the stucco walls, hoping to dislodge some of her childhood and shake loose the itch of fever within her. She paints black nail polish over her anxieties, and smothers her depression with multi-colored pills. She’s dragging her feet on the ground; she feels the force push...
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    She wanted to kiss him. She wanted to grab his face and roughly press her lips to his. And after she would kiss him, she would pull back hand exhale forcefully, all that pent up tension leaking out of her and into the air. She wanted to tell him that whenever she saw him, her heart stuttere...
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    We breathe in smoke and exhale lies; we have corrupted lungs, filled with deceit and half truths and things left unsaid, turning acidic and poisonous. I sit in the rain, watching youth corrode- there is nothing wild about this youth, my youth. I am watching it crawl, and over the horizon lies the fo...
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    We packed boxes today and I found myself detatched dust rose and settled I removed pictures from frames and put them into boxes. I threw away countless objects in a big black trash bag. It grew heavy with memories that have faded and have become lo...
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    Yesterday I was four years old in a light blue dress with roses with bangs that brushed the top of my eyelashes, playing with a girl with blonde hair and pigtails, laughing with unabandoned joy- she was a fountain that I drank from. Her laugh, her happiness, was a bottomless well, or so I re...
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    He walks with purpose as sure as the day his head touches the heavens, his hands wider than the oceans which cradles my tender heart in calloused palms. How quickly this passion comes! What a tyrannical ruler infatuation can be! His image, the warmth of his gaze lies behind my thoughts ...
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    My mother was in the back of my thoughts last night. I saw the tilt of her jaw, the crossing of her bony wrists; eyes watching me, mute, peering from the flame, as it flickered and waved. Siren song The smell is familiar, the taste foreign, yet…. I remember it in another life. I look toward...
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    Peach smoke and hot nights washable tattoos cigarettes wandering without purpose while trying to find a destination that is still unknown. Shaking off the loom and gloom of the future, pressing between my shoulder blades, propelling me forward and I'm stumbling. But there are times wh...
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    Suburban girl on a train into the city, scared of shadows and chasing down excitement, only to hesitate in the end and turn back. Tailored prescriptions for family inheritance a dog waiting at home failed violin lessons and ballet classes in a wooden box tucked under her queen-sized bed. ...

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