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Tired Thoughts
in the night so late that ghosts dare not haunt and light is but pale shards of light gleaming down from a pearl crescent affixed upon raven skies this is when I come alive
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The Diary of Alden Warner- Entry I
June 15, 1776 Father left today. Philadelphia, the heart of the colonies, is abuzz with political fervor. The most influential men of North America have left their homes in search of answers to this quandary Parliament has confined us to. I have been reading Thomas Paine greatly since his publication. “A long…
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Despondent Dreams
when I was too young to know i sat staring at the stars distant shrines to hope wishing for the strength to live out my dreams in full then I grew and then I saw the world made it clear that my dreams were just like stars dead long before I even knew that they…
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An Uneventful Narrative-I,I
ACT ONE, SCENE ONE —————————————————————————————————————————————————- Hospital Room The room is obscured by shadows with only a single, faint light between two figures, the PARENTS, with their backs turned. An uneasy calm permeates the room; a silent battle is waged within the minds of the PARENTS. A meek knock strikes the door and the two figures…
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Annexed Affection
a whisper in the night he drifted into my life and took that which I did not know I could offer from his neck, my heart now dangles a fractured token of love once felt and from the void whence his prize once dwelt comes only the forlorn echoes of thrums now lost desolation of…
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Short Story-Sometimes
Here is a short story that I considered expanding, but as of now, this is the extent of the narrative. “Sometimes the dead don’t stay buried”, a saying that my grandfather would always use when I was growing up. It was something that he would say in even the most mundane of situations.…
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Excerpt-Club Crescent
This is the excerpt for your very first post.