“This neighborhood used to be all trees. Just a tall green forest.”
“When did they build it – the neighborhood?”
“Oh, sometime in the mid-nineties. I can’t exactly remember when, the years just
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My grandson’s up there.
Up where?
Right there. You see him? I can’t.
I can’t
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He was mine and mine alone, Dorian thought to himself. The "Portrait of a Young Man" and me. The man in the painting adorned a black beret, dark hair, and an opulent fur coat. Not so bad looking for a ... [+]
I’m eighteen
never before tasted true devotion
never had the lingering touch of another’s lips
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A dark grey weight pulled down on the city, washing out the color and light. The air was dry, and a suffocating heat wafted between the buildings and over the streets. A reminder that beyond the ashen ... [+]
In the beginning,
Man was a creature
Of potential unrealized.
The secrets of the universe
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Have you ever loved a flower,
On a young spring day?
Its petals are ever radiant,
Raised
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Ricky looked up at the ladder and swallowed, nervousness mingling with excitement. The tree house he’d been asking Dad to build for almost three years now was finally done. Well, all except the rope ... [+]
Chained to the earth is a castle of stone
Walls draped in greenery and spire dipped in snow.
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This looks like it could be a scene from a really sad movie. One where the girl is sitting next to the window seat, staring. The viewer watches in shallow focus. Although she knows which stop she ... [+]
“Why am I not a wizard?”
“Why would you want to be a wizard?”
“I don’t know. Maybe Wingardium Leviosa my problems away forever? That would be so much easier than facing them alone with my
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