“Times change,” has become an increasingly true statement in the last century. Microwaves now allow people to cook food in minutes when it once would have taken hours. Astronauts have left the earth’s ... [+]
“Times change,” has become an increasingly true statement in the last century. Microwaves now allow people to cook food in minutes when it once would have taken hours. Astronauts have left the earth’s ... [+]
A beggar is lying on the floor, crestfallen, begging for some sustenance to survive.
This man, out of nowhere, sees a being so radiant that even in his pain and darkness, he raises his head
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Three teens sit in a Plymouth van half past midnight, awaiting the judgement of a cop. There’s a blond—a lanky, pretty guy with a pouf of hair and amusement in his eyes. There’s a brunette—curvy ... [+]
the love poems roll out of this machine
endless,
and full offense--
hackneyed.
you
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INT. Montreal Airport - DAY
OLIVIA MOORE, 24, is anxiously sitting at Gate C. Her knee is bouncing and she is biting her nails. She looks at the giant clock behind her. It reads 11:05.
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“It’s snowing outside,” Lionel lunged for the windowsill, gripping the cold plastic with the eagerness of a child. There he stayed, equally enthralled and at ease, only glancing away to look back at ... [+]
The waves ripple back as I stare into the glimmer of the moon light reflecting onto the ocean. I realize that soon the sun will rise and I’d have to start getting things ready for the day. I take a ... [+]
With my art tools
I lay my head upon the short bright-green grass
looking up to the night sky
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The woman in front of me sits with her legs crossed, one meticulously manicured clear-coat-polished hand holding a notebook steady on her knee. It contains far too many pieces of information about ... [+]
Once upon a time, a young brunette sat outside the nearly empty train station in Brockingway. She pulled her purple shawl tighter around her shoulders. The snow that had began to come down stuck to ... [+]
I can hear bell towers and train whistles from my window.
Sometime during high school, my memories started to get murkier. It got harder to remember what I’d eaten last or what I had learned in
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The rusted chains creaked softly, their music carried by a soft wind that rustled the leaves of nearby trees. The leather seat pressed uncomfortably against me as my gaze stayed fixed on the colorful ... [+]
You have a few seconds when you step outside in the winter before the cold soaks into your skin. As a kid I was challenged by my older cousins to abandon the steaming hot tub sanctuary at my aunt’s ... [+]
Red, orange, and blue.
Those were the colors
I saw the world in.
Red for the ange
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