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No Time For Winter-Chapter Three
Moonlight filters through my window and I can see the dust swirling around my apartment like little fireflies. I really need to clean this place up, I think, as I throw off my bag and slide down onto my couch. We are a few weeks into the new semester and I am already exhausted. Not…
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No Time For Winter-Chapter Two
Spring is on the horizon, and a new semester is about to begin. The January chill persists, however, and I make use of my new coat. Barnhardt University is a small liberal arts college in upper Massachusetts and I still haven’t quite adjusted to the weather. I’m from California originally and the change in climate…
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No Time For Winter-Chapter One
It’s winter and school is out for break. The snowflakes drifting in the air sparkle like stars in the moonlight. I make my way through the sparsely populated streets, snow crunching beneath my boots. That philosophy final lingers on my mind. I’d have had an A if I hadn’t confused John Stuart Mill with his…
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His Call
I can’t keep my eyes from the screen. Ten missed called. A dozen more texts. It was always going to be hard, I knew that, but there’s something different about facing it. Truths don’t hit as hard in the dark. This time of year is always difficult and now I’ve gone and made it damn…
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Finding My Way Back-I
The world is cruel. That might be the only truth my mother ever told me. Every day, basically a tradition, she delighted in reminding me that had she a steadier hand my brains would have been scrambled on the end of a coat hanger. “You have no right standing there, breathin’ the same air as…
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Enduring Elm
From the moon’s chilled embrace To the sun’s warm kiss upon my face I sit restless beneath these leaves Sprawling branches shield as eaves Guarding against light Yet yielding to wind’s blight My elm she stands tall In winter and in fall
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Showdown-Daily Prompt
Raven black hair pooled in thick coils about a moonlight pale face. Her exposed arms revealed rigid cords of muscle and a latticework of scars. They betrayed a past she had shed and let fall from her like so many sakura blossoms in the shadow of Spring. Draped in a nightingale robe pulled…
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Boring Bloodshed
Headlines flashed across the screen Reds and blues light up the streets The anchor’s coat a blithe green She ran through the story with no retreats Down the corner Just past Grand Assembled many a mourner For a murder quite bland
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The Letter- Daily Prompt
When I finally tried to read what you wrote, I don’t know, it just didn’t register as real for me. I sat there staring at the words but there was no meaning behind them. Just scratches on a page. We’ve kept your room for you. We know that it doesn’t matter now, but it didn’t…
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Strayed Souls-Daily Prompt
Sun-blanched bones Shaded by keen-eyed crones Saturate the arid copper dune Soul to the sea of abraded loam Sought by those who seek to attune Sunken in desperation these players roam Solicitude radiating in waves subliminal Sanity revived at a constant minimal Daily Prompt:Minimal
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