I grimace at the mirror as I see something in the mirror, that is staring back at me. It moves with me, it waves when I do, it shakes its head when I do, but what I see in that mirror is not me. ... [+]
June 24, 2014
11:15 AM
One day to make it. Fifty-three miles. An impossible distance to fathom. I've never walked that far. Let alone crossed mountains. With wheels strapped to my feet.
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The day began with whispers.
I could just barely hear them speak, but I could feel the rumble of their voices through the bed. When I peeked one eye open, Mom and Dad were on their sides facing
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Willow was a shy girl by nature, only 17 with long chocolate brown hair and bright blue eyes. Standing only at 5’3 with a small smiling mouth and a twinkle in her eyes. She was the spitting image of ... [+]
“Courage,” she said. “Courage. How can I possibly write a story about courage? I don’t even know the meaning of the word. I’ve never experienced it. This will take some thinking.” ... [+]
The trail was cold, and the dog stopped to catch the wind. A young man scurried across the street towards a coffee shop, collar turned up to the cold. The dog bounded to the restaurant door and ... [+]
In the early morning of a dusty town that doesn’t deserve a name nor does it deserve a nickname, the caravan came in. The caravan filled with jugglers, poets, bards, and others that went against the ... [+]
Shentasia was a girl who lived with many siblings and had many, many friends. That was until the summer of 7th grade. She had a condition called Alopecia and it affected her her whole life but no one ... [+]
“So, how are-”
“If you ask me how I’m doing I swear I’m going to punch you,” My desperate anger brings out the hot-tempered part of me.
“Okay,” he says solemnly.
We both
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The surface of the bench was frigid, and a chill leached through Kirk’s jeans, as if he’d dropped onto a sheet of ice rather than a seat of steel.
Beside him, his young daughter Leah had
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Like a ship sinking into a stormy sea, an empty bottle fell from his hands hitting the concrete floor with a crash, and shattering into a thousand pieces. He sat there half lying, half sitting in is ... [+]
One.
Two.
Three.
She told me to count, for every 3 seconds, a child was adopted. She then said that if I kept counting, I would be adopted as well.
One.
Two.
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...to you,
Your before and after chose you and it doesn't hurt. I thought it would hurt but it's the opposite. Something has been taken away, the part of you I didn’t realize I still thought was
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