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Angels float down, bearing gifts from on high Poets of the world collectively sigh as spirals of words drift into their heads and stay there forever, keeping Poets from beds. ...

“Mom? Mom? Mom, please, no!” “She can’t hear you. I’m sorry, but there’s really nothing you can do.” I glare at the nurse. There is always something to do. This ...

She stands there, on the green field, unsure of herself, trying to look like she’s confident, like she belongs there. She can’t think of any place she’d belong less, but ...

I would really appreciate it if you'd take the time to read the whole thing (I know it's long) and comment. Thanks! I see you on the stage. I clap, ...

The sun shines brightly on two girls, talking, laughing, bells chiming lightly in their voices, echoing down the sleepy street. They speed away on flashes of color, pedaling hard, each ...

Passersby looked angry, and moved to the other side of the street, resenting the way the bright colors of those long skirts contrasted with the drab, unhappy, overall grayness of ...

I know this is formatted a little wierdly, but it should be easier to read. It had been a very long day, and Marie was having difficulty thinking of anything ...