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We Are Aliens
A memoir I wrote for my english class.--- I could see the see the Wild from the house. It stood there, looming, breathing, listening. It was always alive. It was ...
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Roses and Rejection
“I bought you a rose.” She plucked it from his hands gingerly, quickly. He smiled chivalrously. “Please, I don't-” her exasperated words were cut of in mid-stride. “Can't you see ...
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Sleepless
Emma I couldn't sleep. I never could that year, not with all those questions constantly floating around in puddles in my mind. I'd never thought that I'd be like this- ...
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Forgetting
Totally fictional, by the way. It just spilled out. I've pretty much given up on poetry since everything comes out so awful, but here's my first poem in a year ...
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The Door
Spoiler! : I wrote this in a writing class I took, my teacher brought in this creepy bust and we had to write a story about him. Splash. The puddles ...
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Escape.
It's raining. It's raining and I'm wet and pissed and angsty and so fucking pumped. I can smell the sweat and the heat and all that I'm craving that is ...