I say to him, "I know she has some sort of dark past. Something bad or..." And I catch myself. Jason laughs. "Don't you already know?" Don't you know everything? I hate him. I can only reach the first layer of his thoughts and it's always dripping with sarcasm. "In one memory, I saw you, …
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The sky is so blue. She closes her eyes and imagines that she's falling. Falling. Falling, from very far away. Clouds surround her, and she starts to sin. The ground looks like her great aunt's quilt. The air is so pleasant up here. A noise disturbs the silence. She opens her eyes to see a helicopter approaching from one …
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I need you to write what you know. Her eyes had leveled with mine. I need you to be raw and unforgiving. None of this stuff about elves or outer space. That's not what we need right now. "I can't believe she said that to you." Keisha's eyes narrow. "Who does that woman think she is?" "Kinda stupid," …
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"I want to talk to you." I go to the chair next to the table he stands at watching me. "I just want to talk actually. I need something other than the void to talk to." "Don't you have God for that?" He scoffs. "Yeah," I mutter, glancing at the ceiling. "Don't you hate these plain …
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I love how when I walk into a crowded room, I suddenly exist. Our colors blend together creating something new. We become part of the organism that exists only at that place at that time. Yesterday Jules told me to stop dating that married doctor, but I hadn't known he was married. I also hadn't …
Why the ice? Why the tundra? Why the middle of nowhere you ask? Because it's barren. Because I don't want to look for Beauty in an obvious place. Josh clutches the ad between his forefinger and thumb. Why did he agree to do this? Wanted: 10 – 12 individuals who want adventure and are willing …
My brother bought me a necklace for $75, and it's probably the tackiest thing I've ever seen. A plain golden chain with tiny cursive letters spelling out the word dreamer. I actually laughed out loud when he gave it to me, and fortunately, he thought it was because I loved it. I wear it all …
I stand at the edge, overlooking the world. It's flat, contrary to popular belief. Not the earth, but the world – my world. My life. Everything is cyclical. The stars, the plants, even human history. Circles are the perfect shape. Strange, smooth, and undefined, rolling where they want without you having a say in the matter. …
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I found a dead squirrel on the side of the road last Tuesday, and I spent nearly an hour staring at it, trying to retrace its flattened body back to the round, fluffy creature I knew it had once been, and only after an hour did I discover that it was actually a chipmunk. I wasn't …
I glanced across Joe and Sam, over to her window where I could see she was tracing constellations with her finger. She said the names so quietly that they emerged as a little more than a breath. "Hannah," I whispered. Her face turned to me, eyes round and mouth partially open. I'd caught her by …
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