Category: Creative writing
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Read more: The Story
It’s obscured among the shadows of the intellect. Too many needles in the haystack, the relentless pinpricking of all the too familiar places. The accidental tattoo on a Chinese-water-tortured soul Detailing the Misdeed, Misword, Mistake. And the guilt; earsplitting and meticulous, recounts…
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Read more: Marnie’s Guts
It wasn’t the first time he’d given her a black eye, broken her ribs, or left a purple-hot bruise where no one could see. But by God, it was the last. “That’s it.” Marnie whispered, holding a dish towel to…
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Read more: 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,…
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Read more: 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…
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Read more: 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…
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Read more: 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…
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Read more: 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…
