Category: Creative writing
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Art Appreciation
It was the first thing she saw each morning when she woke up, and the last thing she saw before falling asleep. It bungled her dreams and ruined her days. For as far back as Tammy could remember it had hung there, taking up almost the entire wall. The monstrosity was an eyesore; a waste of valuable space where Barry Manilow…
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Greg & Iggy
He’d been waiting for an hour. Well, maybe not a whole hour, but it sure felt like it. The little girl who sat next to him had been waiting for a long time, too. He could tell by the way she squirmed in her seat and the panic in her eyes. A second-grader with three…
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Living In Moot Mode
Is it just me, or does anyone else wonder about the lone shoe or boot on the side of the road? How does that happen? Do drivers and/or passengers take one off and dangle it out the car window until it slips from their grasp? If so, why? Is it fun? Are these people snubbing their noses at the bourgeois? Or maybe,…
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How I Met Moon-Doggie
When the sudden thunderstorm began to taper off, “Fly Me to The Moon” was playing on my iPod. I love that song. All that money spent on a professional make-up artist, streaming down my cheeks like an insane child’s finger-painting. People hurried past, concerned with their own affairs, scarcely glancing at my psychedelic face. That just goes to…
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Cristal, Marty, & Me
The first thing that came to mind when I read the prompt for today was, shit. I don’t much feel like writing about that. The next thing I thought of was shampagne/champagne, so let’s go with that. I had the opportunity to taste good champagne only once in my life, so far. It happened at…
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