Rumor has it the lake is a graveyard, she says.
There are bones down there, tumbled smooth and
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Rumor has it the lake is a graveyard, she says.
There are bones down there, tumbled smooth and
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People always describe the weather during funerals. They do it in books or movies. It's either raining, and: wow, how fitting, right? Or, it's bright and sunny, and: how dare the sun shine during this ... [+]
1725. The sound of the Venison Mother's mast cracking boomed like cannon ball shot from the innards of a Royal ship of the line. Splinters caught one man in the throat, one man in the eye. The ... [+]
You've lost force.
You've lost feeling.
It is left only
to the heart
through its
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You always hear people talking about their mom being their best friend or their mom doing this and that for them and being so excited to see them, but what about when that's not the case? What about ... [+]
"And yet what purple hours one can snatch from that grey,
slowly-moving thing we call Time!" –
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I walk around the voided saloon
peeping the puppet museum for life
in vain: there's nothing
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Abuelo is dying.
He has been dying for a while, some odd quantity of months.
I have learned that like plants, humans can wither so quickly.
One day, we are so healthy our flowers are fully
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Splatter woke up to her alarm. She sat up and stretched, looking at the time and smiling as she saw she was a few minutes ahead of schedule. Getting out of bed, she headed towards her closet and ... [+]
The murmuring of nobles filled the theatre. The stage was unfamiliar: marbled floors, stone pillars that seemed to reach the heavens, rounded ceilings adorned with paintings of Gods and Goddesses ... [+]
I used to be shiny. I used to be plump. I used to be ready to bounce and float to my heart's content. I was made to please: blown up with the air of a smiling clown, and twisted to become an animal of ... [+]
The door slammed shut as the kid, a teenager soon to graduate high school, leaves the house. This isn't an old house, nor is it a new one. It has been there for what seems like ages surrounded by the ... [+]
I wonder if black children
are tender headed because of ghost follicles
rooted long long
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