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Donna Whiting commented on the post, stale 2 weeks ago
Her heart felt stale like an old piece of bread. The morning had started with focus and hope for a good day. However, turned when she was going over her ideas with her sister. They had an upcoming event planned with a dead-line fast approaching. She felt the pressure and angst in her sisters voice. It began to get louder with desperate need. This…[Read more]
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Aisling commented on the post, stale 2 weeks, 1 day ago
I’m allowed to have moved on, right? There are so many hundreds of reasons not to go. But then there’s that one reason that I should.
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dinamspice commented on the post, several 2 weeks, 5 days ago
Army of lies
wind and twist
my stomach out
of love.Several promises
I gasp at air-like,
but you keep pushing
my head under water. -
terradi commented on the post, several 2 weeks, 5 days ago
It started with just one cat. Couldn’t resist and I was lonely at home … plus it was just me so why not get a bit of company? And then I had work and they seemed so lonely so of course I had to get them a buddy. Then … and then there was this stray that just looked so lonely … and then my neighbor’s cousin was moving and had to leave their…[Read more]
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Macey Schieffer commented on the post, several 2 weeks, 5 days ago
As she thought back on the past few years, it dawned on her the magnitude of how many were really affected. So many hurt by her actions. And as she tried to count, she realized it was impossible. She was thrilled. She may very well be the most successful in this game of death to have ever graced the planet.
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natalia commented on the post, several 2 weeks, 5 days ago
Every bead meant something. Something dark, something bright, something evil, something kind. The colors, the shades, the patterns would tell you what it was. hers, hers were all dark. Evil, twisted, deadly. I wondered why she hasn’t been sentenced to death. Looking at the last bead, I knew. That would be too kind compared to what she’s guilty of.…[Read more]
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neutral-dick-hotel commented on the post, several 2 weeks, 6 days ago
i think of several words and phrases. i, of course, trip on them more often than i walk over them. there are only tree roots under my feet now, no flat ground. there are only hills with slick paths and fields with no more rocks. there is no more tread. there is no more friction. so my words trip and kick eachother until he doesnt want to correct…[Read more]
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Sparklespirit commented on the post, several 2 weeks, 6 days ago
“How many?”
“Oh, several.”
How vague, isn’t it. She’ll never tell, never say how many secrets he holds, how many broken hearts she’s left behind, or how many people have disappeared because of her and her greed.
I think it’s because she doesn’t know anymore.
Now, only I do.
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Miauricio Jimenez commented on the post, several 2 weeks, 6 days ago
Después de varios golpes dejó de sentir la quijada. Un zumbido le recordaba que no tenía muchas opciones y sólo debía aguantar un par de campanazos más. Dejó de sentir completamente, los golpes de su contrincante sólo eran como espasmos sobre sí. Ni siquiera supo cuando golpeó la lona ni si había llegado al décimo asalto. No supo si le iban a paga…[Read more]
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ace in space commented on the post, several 2 weeks, 6 days ago
The gods envy Humanity.
They envy our ability to have faith, in our perseverance, envy our audacity to see the very limits the Universe and push beyond them.
They envy each breath, each firing synapse, each passing flutter of a pulse.
They envy how precious we consider each moment, envy our resilience, envy our willingness to keep…[Read more]
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Bridget Grace commented on the post, several 2 weeks, 6 days ago
She counted. Yeah, she had enough. Enough when it counted, anyway. In reality, that as all the mattered. It wasn’t that she needed to have enough all the time, after all. Only when she needed it. And she didn’t need it all the time. That was the beauty of living the way she did.
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Donna Whiting commented on the post, bags 3 weeks, 5 days ago
Today, as she walks up to her door, she has found there a plethora of groceries in bags covering her front porch. She is taken aback from the sight, and has to put her children down from bringing them in from the car. They had just left the bank and had found out she had no monies in there. Her husband was away on a Med-Cruise with the navy on his…[Read more]
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Bridget Grace commented on the post, bags 3 weeks, 5 days ago
She looked in the mirror, tugging down on her cheeks. “Geez, I look tired.”
“You look beautiful.”
She made a face in the mirror even though it was directed at him, but a smile flushed her cheeks anyway. He chuckled and resumed his work. It felt good, this easy conversation. -
GmaCis commented on the post, bags 3 weeks, 5 days ago
Three bags left on her door step. She almost tripped over them when she went outside to seee if she received her newspaper. She had no clue what could have been in those bags. Her mom and brother were staying with her. She wondered if they had ordered something. If so, why would they come I. Brown paper bags open for all to see.
She took out…[Read more]
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Eileen Maki commented on the post, bags 3 weeks, 6 days ago
Weary to the bone, I grabbed my bags and hauled myself onto the bus. It was nearly empty, so I grabbed a seat and put my gear on the seat beside me. As I leaned my head back on the seat and closed my eyes, I heard a shuffling next to me and opened one eye.
There was an elderly man beginning to look through my things. I watched him for a moment.
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Ethereal Angel commented on the post, bags 3 weeks, 6 days ago
Mother stood at the top of the steps, her stern gaze boring down on me like a hawk circling it’s prey. “Pack your bags, Annabelle. It’s time for you to go.”
I waited a beat, swallowing the lump in my throat before trying to speak. “I assure you, Mother, you won’t hear from me again after today.”
“See that I don’t.” And with that, she turned…[Read more]
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SwanSong commented on the post, bags 3 weeks, 6 days ago
Dad stumbled throught the door, carrying at least 50 bags of grocerise. “Do you need help!?” I asked, worried about the safety of the endeavour.
He gave a strangled nod and handed me a few of the heaviest bags. Even carrying those was hard. “I still don’t get that, how do you do this? I know you have to buy stuff for the party, but still…”
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SwanSong commented on the post, bags 3 weeks, 6 days ago
Dad stumbled throught the door, carrying at least 50 bags of grocerise. “Do you need help!?” I asked, worried about the safety of the endeavour.
He gave a strangled nod and handed me a few of the heaviest bags. Even carrying those was hard. “I still don’t get that, how do you do this? I know you have to buy stuff for the party, but still…”…[Read more] -
Alicia commented on the post, bags 3 weeks, 6 days ago
I love bags especially backpacks. If I had my way I would take my backpack everywhere I go.
But, Unfortunately, I can’t do that. -
GmaCis commented on the post, bags 3 weeks, 6 days ago
Bags under her eyes. A sign of a long night, lack of sleep and a concern for the call that made its way to her instead of her sister. She wondered as she looked at herself in the mirror. How could someone mistaken her for her sister. She never saw the resemblance, except for the bags. Maybe that was it. The bags told a story of them both, hard…[Read more]
