Tag: writing
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Haiku
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Lost in the Woods
I never wanted to be lost in the woods, but here I was. Lost, alone, and starving. Marty said he was going to be right back and for some reason, I had believed him. I had been skeptical of the hike in the first place, but instead of listening to my instinct, here I was. …
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Optimistic
What had originally drawn me to Gabriel in the beginning was his optimism. But now I was debating whether or not I had made the right decision. I was watching him try to sweet talk his secretary into buying him several more drinks. He rarely drank so I knew he wasn’t talking to Kendall for…
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Just Like Mama Made It
“I made it just like mama made it,” I said softly to Mary. I slid the plate in front of her and prayed she would eat. I wasn’t sure she had eaten anything in the last forty-eight hours. I packed away as I watched her had reach toward her fork and I paused as her…
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Sparkling Inspiration
As the snow gently started to fall, I knew exactly what my project would be composed of. It needed to be made solely of recycled materials and had to reflect the life in the mountains I craved so much. Moving to a completely different environment and lifestyle had very nearly made me come undone. But…
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The Helicopter
The helicopter was hovering and I was about to lose my mind. I felt like the helicopter had been above my house for hours when I knew it was only a few minutes. I was one of the nosiest neighbors on the street and was dying to know what was going on outside, but didn’t…
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Finished
“Are you almost finished?” Bryan asked, sounding bored out of his mind. His Nintendo Switch had just run out of battery, and I was certain he didn’t know how to entertain himself without electronics. “Bryan, just a few more minutes. I just have to sign my name and then will be completely finished.” What I…
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Gently
I watched her gently fold the shirt and place it on the bed. It was the gentlest thing I have ever seen Jenny do. Jenny was often brash, impulsive and had an uncontrollable temper. But now she was staring tenderly at a t-shirt lying on her bed. A t-shirt I had seen her wear many…
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