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Study Buddies

A fart story between two college classmates. All characters are 18+. This story contains (F) farting, burping, and lap-farting. The email had come in at 8:47 AM on a Tuesday, and Anabelle had read it twice, squinting at her phone screen through sleep-crusted eyes. Your assigned partner for the Unit 1 | Biology 201 project is: Brandon Keller. She didn't know a Brandon Keller. She didn't know anyone in that lecture hall, honestly. It was one of those massive 200-person amphitheater classes where you picked a seat on day one, and committed to it for the rest of the semester. She never planned on speaking to the people on either side of her. She Googled his, found nothing useful, then checked the class GroupMe and matched the name to a profile picture of a guy in a grey crewneck standing on what looked like a hiking trail. Brown hair, tallish, kind of a quiet face. Cool. She could work with that. They proceeded to exchange exactly four texts. A - "Hey, I'm Anabelle. Looks like

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Loud Silence - read description

stark slence not to the living but to the dying instead ceasefire of all the pain that makes me feel dead sights of seeing people exploding and hurting you inside your head the things you're afraid of still sleep with you while you're in your or someone else's bed creeping blinders on all of the lookers and straight through their looking glass you're not alright but you can still pass for the living and there is no life without giving receiving answers after they've left we can't understand life until after death yet never giving my secrets after life and the lies again about how much is left death may take that away but mind paralysis means I'll just stay forever locked far away words of truth will stain and stay they come out and show more about things never in doubt still it'll come back possibly and hopefully one day when the light is near fighting in the dark just to stay here but I don't know where I am maybe I'll just stay hidden tucked away somewhere being self

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The Judgement in the Circus Hall (short story)

[DEVIATION] Mariana Van Pelt gazed upward at the rope, a fiber optic nerve stretching into a distance she could not measure. She chalked her palms, the white dust a ghostly shroud, and prepared to enter the cord. Exactly five years had vanished since she walked out of Schillerska High School, and precisely one year had turned since she began at the Swedish circus academy "Norrlinjen"—a conservatory for the young, the restless, those aged twenty to twenty-six. Since the age of seven, living in the damp, tulip-scented heart of Amsterdam, Mariana had dreamed of the sawdust and the spangles. She and her best friend, Hendrika Van Dijk, had played circus every day in the kindergarten yard. She missed her friend, yet the memory was a jagged tooth, painful to touch, because of what Mariana had done to her. Mariana Van Pelt was a woman of liquid grace, twenty-four years of age. Despite the radiance of her dark brown hair tied in a low, somber ponytail, and despite the pale pink ballerina dress

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22 Word Fiction

I wanted to eat some cake the other day. So I did. Unfortunatly, the cake I chose was poisoned. So I died.Revising for my exams was very troubling, not to mention time consuming. But I found the soloution; I didn't do the exams.A man decided to write a 22 word fiction. However, it was impossible to make a 22 word long story. The End.A bear went to the toilet, but he could not find any Charmin Toilet Paper in the stall. He was very dissapointed.

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Memory

Through the gates I leave, turn my head and breathe. Not a single sound, upon the empty ground.It's all strangely wierd, something I never feared. It's like this place explodes, split into different roads.I'm confused, I do not know, what to do, when we go. All that is. left in me, is the past, my memory.Somewhere I used to hate, and now this is my fate. Everyone becomes a friend, when you meet and greet the end.All this nostalgia, Totally lost now we are. When things completely change, thoughts become derranged.I'm confused, I do not know, what to do, when we go. All that is. left in me, is the past, my memory.

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First Flight

The sky was a pale blue, as birds sang quietly from the trees. A train trundled down the tracks in the distance, the sound of its wheels clattering and echoing throughout the town. Streams of pink and silver clouds brushed across the sky, like an artist had swiped his brush across the upside-down abyss in lines, quickly.A seagull flew down onto the roof of a small building, outside a nearby runway strip. It watched as a man clambered out of his aircraft, over to another man waiting by the building the seagull was standing tall upon. Another seagull joined the first, and they both watched the conversation between the two men."How was yo...

munches2008

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In my Shyness

In my shynessIn my shyness... I will retreat to my "shell." I will cling to the security of being alone.In my shyness... I attempt to merge with my surroundings. To be ignored, Unnoticed, A silent voice rarely heard.In my shyness.... I can be completely alone. Even when I'm surrounded by people.In my shyness... I have a padlocked soul. Very few try to gain entry to my realm.In my shyness... Few will dare venture to know me. To reach for my quiet voice, Or to really understand.In my shyness... I have a myraid of words to say. Yet, my sealed lips won't say.In my shyness... When I speak, nothing but jumbled words. I'll feel worse for speaking...

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A Wish

A WishI wish upon a falling star tonight. I wish I was a Rottweiler, Vicious, but yet gentle. I wish I could carry a gun. I would chase the owners, Of these Mills, these prisons. They all think a like. Torture is nothing but a game. I will gather up a gang. Spitz, a Chi, and a hound. We will travel around, In a nice fancy motor-home. We will hunt these people down.Our first target are Puppy Mills. We will open all the doors to every cage. Tell our friends they are free. "Run like the wind, to the taste of freedom." There are people waiting. To take you home and show you life. They are Animal Rescuers.If we could talk, I would call the Mill...

Literature

Forgiveness

ForgivenessSorry if I keep on hurting you. Sorry if you don't like the things I say or do. Sorry if with you I always put up a fight. Sorry I just can't do anything right.Sorry if I'm away from being an angel. Sorry if you think my excuses are lies. Sorry if it's so difficult quitting my vice. Sorry if I'm not too understanding. Sorry for all the headaches and pain I bring. Sorry, often it's hard for me to swallow my pride. Sorry, often I'm too blinded by anger to see your side. Sorry if I'm so complicated. Sorry I keep making you frustrated. Sorry I can't fight back the tears. Sorry if I keep you away from your peers. Sorry if I always co...

Taterbug94

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Dreaming of school

Waking up only to realize that you are at school not only is it weird but it's also uncool. Going to school seems to be boring and dumb but dreaming of it just seems to make our bodies go completely numb. Sometimes dreaming about school can be a nightmare especially when you show up in your underwear. If you're dreaming of school, just remember that sometimes it can be really really cool.

Literature

I Am Poem

I am a cautious and hard working person. I wonder why there is so much hate in the world. I hear ghosts in the middle of the night. I see unicorns outside my window. I want the world to stop fighting among themselves. I am a cautious and hard working person.I pretend that I'm in another world. I feel down most of the time but try to stay up and strong. I touch the sky and the stars. I worry about the people around me. I cry for all the death and poverty of the world. I am a cautious and hard working person.I understand the heartache that my best friend is going through. I say that society is a joke. I dream of a better world. I try to do m...

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I feel so alone

This is not my place this is not my home in a crowded room I feel so alone.I want to go home but I know I can't I feel so cold that I'm all alone. I want to die I need to cry I want to hide because I feel so alone.This place makes me feel sick that I want to crawl into a ditch because I feel so alone.

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For the Next Writer

[DEVIATION] I was in that seat before you Hunched over and well spent Filling my lungs with vaporized smoke through a synthetic pen It’s not good enough, is it? That line feels fake to you, doesn’t it? You want to show them what you’re made of, but that brain of yours is screaming. It keeps telling you to give up. Take it from someone who has been lost More than fingers could count None of it matters, you say Yeah, yeah I get it If you don’t mind, I’ll take that chair beside yours. Listen, kid There’s been plenty of you And there have been many more of me that the universe had given up on But that rage you feel when you think you don’t have any words to spew Just write it Jot it down on a scrap of notebook paper Save it for later Who knows Maybe there’s someone else out there who needs it more than us.

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Parallel Lines

He lives his life in search of temporary fixes. Tells himself that that’s all he needs, nothing else matters as long as he is satiated. That is, until one day, He meets a woman. Not at a bar or a midnight club, but inside a cozy coffee shop. She is the most beautiful being he has ever seen. They pick a table, sit and talk for hours, Then he says, “Let’s go back to my place.” He listens to her speak about the universe and how it has treated her thus far. Wants to embrace her when she mentions the death of her grandmother. She does things that make him want to cry, the way she looks at him with curious eyes, The way she is attentive when he wants to confide. Her lips, oh so warm and soft, a sweet sensation to have grazed over his scarred skin. He feels seen for the very first time, It was the fix he had been searching for all his life.

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liquide

entre les tours le soir liquide se glisse une ville suspendue au bord du rien la lumière se défait la nuit demeure between the towers the evening, liquid, slips a suspended city at the edge of nothing the light falls apart the night endures

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Halloween Haikus

#2 Drowning in the bath Mother seems to be quite pleased Babies wail and scream #3 Snake eyes rats inside Fires burning in your head Soon you will be dead #4 My flesh is burning The putrid breath of monsters Engulf my black lungs #5 Standing on a ledge Voices demanding, I jump Head explodes on road #6 Blood pouring from wrist I watch it pool on the floor My death is lovely #7 Airplane is crashing Everyone is panicking I just laugh and smile #8 Lifeboat is sinking The ocean is in turmoil Death feels like a dream #9 A face in the dark I slowly look behind me Fear devours the sane #10 Freezing in the snow Can’t even feel my blood ooze The tree smiles at me # 11 Full moon lights the sky Ancient howls surrounding me I lick my sharp fangs #12 Wild dogs circle me Trying to devour me I take my last breath #13 Pagan goddesses Dancing naked by the fire Green flames light the night # 14 People are cowards Humanity is devoured by evil Hell is life on earth #15 He kisses

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Astray

There’s nothing to say, and yet, I’ll repeat it once more. Outside my window, there’s a chalk outline of a dead little boy. Was he murdered by you, or was it me? Perhaps just a byproduct of our demented society. The bullets that sprayed were never meant for this boy. A single round went astray, now, the boy is no more. And they’ll put him to rest with a few token tears, Just another pointless excuse for some ice-cold beers. The silence that follows, is heavy and sick, A community torn apart, by one wayward click. The laughter that echoed, through these streets like children's songs. Is hushed and stifled, something is seriously wrong. The games that were played, in the warmth of the sun, Are memories faded, the joy is all done. For each empty playground, and each vacant lot, Speaks volumes of the childhoods that time has forgot. We're left with the questions, of why and the how this could be. As we stand by the outline, and make solemn pleas. To change and to cherish, each

Literature

Just for giggles

"No, Riding Hood. I ain't pulling your finger again. And that's final!" "And you call yourself a wolf." "You of all people should know how little I care for loud, abrupt noises." "Come on. It's not like I'm hiding a musket in my basket." "That wasn't even funny the first time." "Yes it was. The paperbag was fun, too." "Riding Hood! I. HATE. LOUD. NOISES!" "Says the wolf that can out-snore an earthquake." "Ha. ha. ha. I don't snore." "You wake up Granny at least once a week. And she's deaf as a door knob." "She is old and nervous." "Nervous? She hunted boars for sports in her younger days." "Not any more." "No. She ate 'em all." "Is THAT why her farts smell worse than a pile of dead skunks?" "Ehh. I guess so. Or could be her dentures. They ARE made of boar husks." "I really don't like her dentures. They make her look creepy." "Aww. You poor little thing." "Riding Hood, old ladies are not supposed to have boar fangs." "And you are not supposed to me afraid of grannies." "I am not afraid

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#231

tenor sax merchants tote their wares to where the woods and the wind are in the coolest jazz harmony

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plain sight nebulas can hide the iconic

a grown- up's pure glowing iron religion lowers its gaze and begins to ur- gently growl at the wrong- ly logged in wriggling girl and her wiggling genii legionnaires with their long and wiggy ion wings and their owls' winning grins in the midday-dimming fog

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Shadows of Oblivion: The Rise of Belmont - Ch. 7

City of Everwatch, Knight’s Abbey District… The Basilica of Saint Belmont That night Located at the north end of a sweeping circular carriage path that abutted a decent sized hill to the south, the Basilica of Saint Belmont was a classic Beaux-Arts designed structure projecting grandeur and sophistication. Nearly a thousand feet wide and eight hundred feet long in the shape of a T, it was the most recognizable structure in the city of Everwatch. Gifted to a troupe of Saint Belmont pilgrims nearly five centuries earlier when the ruins of the city that had once thrived here were discovered, the structure had since served as the primary church for parishioners of the Church of Saint Belmont. The structure had been largely unblemished and intact since Judgement Day, requiring only a token amount of repair and upkeep upon discovery but had also since been adorned with traditional twin bell towers set at the front of the structure. As was typical of most cathedrals belonging to

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Literature

Study Buddies

A fart story between two college classmates. All characters are 18+. This story contains (F) farting, burping, and lap-farting. The email had come in at 8:47 AM on a Tuesday, and Anabelle had read it twice, squinting at her phone screen through sleep-crusted eyes. Your assigned partner for the Unit 1 | Biology 201 project is: Brandon Keller. She didn't know a Brandon Keller. She didn't know anyone in that lecture hall, honestly. It was one of those massive 200-person amphitheater classes where you picked a seat on day one, and committed to it for the rest of the semester. She never planned on speaking to the people on either side of her. She Googled his, found nothing useful, then checked the class GroupMe and matched the name to a profile picture of a guy in a grey crewneck standing on what looked like a hiking trail. Brown hair, tallish, kind of a quiet face. Cool. She could work with that. They proceeded to exchange exactly four texts. A - "Hey, I'm Anabelle. Looks like

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Loud Silence - read description

stark slence not to the living but to the dying instead ceasefire of all the pain that makes me feel dead sights of seeing people exploding and hurting you inside your head the things you're afraid of still sleep with you while you're in your or someone else's bed creeping blinders on all of the lookers and straight through their looking glass you're not alright but you can still pass for the living and there is no life without giving receiving answers after they've left we can't understand life until after death yet never giving my secrets after life and the lies again about how much is left death may take that away but mind paralysis means I'll just stay forever locked far away words of truth will stain and stay they come out and show more about things never in doubt still it'll come back possibly and hopefully one day when the light is near fighting in the dark just to stay here but I don't know where I am maybe I'll just stay hidden tucked away somewhere being self

Literature

The Judgement in the Circus Hall (short story)

[DEVIATION] Mariana Van Pelt gazed upward at the rope, a fiber optic nerve stretching into a distance she could not measure. She chalked her palms, the white dust a ghostly shroud, and prepared to enter the cord. Exactly five years had vanished since she walked out of Schillerska High School, and precisely one year had turned since she began at the Swedish circus academy "Norrlinjen"—a conservatory for the young, the restless, those aged twenty to twenty-six. Since the age of seven, living in the damp, tulip-scented heart of Amsterdam, Mariana had dreamed of the sawdust and the spangles. She and her best friend, Hendrika Van Dijk, had played circus every day in the kindergarten yard. She missed her friend, yet the memory was a jagged tooth, painful to touch, because of what Mariana had done to her. Mariana Van Pelt was a woman of liquid grace, twenty-four years of age. Despite the radiance of her dark brown hair tied in a low, somber ponytail, and despite the pale pink ballerina dress

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22 Word Fiction

I wanted to eat some cake the other day. So I did. Unfortunatly, the cake I chose was poisoned. So I died.Revising for my exams was very troubling, not to mention time consuming. But I found the soloution; I didn't do the exams.A man decided to write a 22 word fiction. However, it was impossible to make a 22 word long story. The End.A bear went to the toilet, but he could not find any Charmin Toilet Paper in the stall. He was very dissapointed.

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Memory

Through the gates I leave, turn my head and breathe. Not a single sound, upon the empty ground.It's all strangely wierd, something I never feared. It's like this place explodes, split into different roads.I'm confused, I do not know, what to do, when we go. All that is. left in me, is the past, my memory.Somewhere I used to hate, and now this is my fate. Everyone becomes a friend, when you meet and greet the end.All this nostalgia, Totally lost now we are. When things completely change, thoughts become derranged.I'm confused, I do not know, what to do, when we go. All that is. left in me, is the past, my memory.

Literature

First Flight

The sky was a pale blue, as birds sang quietly from the trees. A train trundled down the tracks in the distance, the sound of its wheels clattering and echoing throughout the town. Streams of pink and silver clouds brushed across the sky, like an artist had swiped his brush across the upside-down abyss in lines, quickly.A seagull flew down onto the roof of a small building, outside a nearby runway strip. It watched as a man clambered out of his aircraft, over to another man waiting by the building the seagull was standing tall upon. Another seagull joined the first, and they both watched the conversation between the two men."How was yo...

munches2008

Literature

In my Shyness

In my shynessIn my shyness... I will retreat to my "shell." I will cling to the security of being alone.In my shyness... I attempt to merge with my surroundings. To be ignored, Unnoticed, A silent voice rarely heard.In my shyness.... I can be completely alone. Even when I'm surrounded by people.In my shyness... I have a padlocked soul. Very few try to gain entry to my realm.In my shyness... Few will dare venture to know me. To reach for my quiet voice, Or to really understand.In my shyness... I have a myraid of words to say. Yet, my sealed lips won't say.In my shyness... When I speak, nothing but jumbled words. I'll feel worse for speaking...

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A Wish

A WishI wish upon a falling star tonight. I wish I was a Rottweiler, Vicious, but yet gentle. I wish I could carry a gun. I would chase the owners, Of these Mills, these prisons. They all think a like. Torture is nothing but a game. I will gather up a gang. Spitz, a Chi, and a hound. We will travel around, In a nice fancy motor-home. We will hunt these people down.Our first target are Puppy Mills. We will open all the doors to every cage. Tell our friends they are free. "Run like the wind, to the taste of freedom." There are people waiting. To take you home and show you life. They are Animal Rescuers.If we could talk, I would call the Mill...

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Forgiveness

ForgivenessSorry if I keep on hurting you. Sorry if you don't like the things I say or do. Sorry if with you I always put up a fight. Sorry I just can't do anything right.Sorry if I'm away from being an angel. Sorry if you think my excuses are lies. Sorry if it's so difficult quitting my vice. Sorry if I'm not too understanding. Sorry for all the headaches and pain I bring. Sorry, often it's hard for me to swallow my pride. Sorry, often I'm too blinded by anger to see your side. Sorry if I'm so complicated. Sorry I keep making you frustrated. Sorry I can't fight back the tears. Sorry if I keep you away from your peers. Sorry if I always co...

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Dreaming of school

Waking up only to realize that you are at school not only is it weird but it's also uncool. Going to school seems to be boring and dumb but dreaming of it just seems to make our bodies go completely numb. Sometimes dreaming about school can be a nightmare especially when you show up in your underwear. If you're dreaming of school, just remember that sometimes it can be really really cool.

Literature

I Am Poem

I am a cautious and hard working person. I wonder why there is so much hate in the world. I hear ghosts in the middle of the night. I see unicorns outside my window. I want the world to stop fighting among themselves. I am a cautious and hard working person.I pretend that I'm in another world. I feel down most of the time but try to stay up and strong. I touch the sky and the stars. I worry about the people around me. I cry for all the death and poverty of the world. I am a cautious and hard working person.I understand the heartache that my best friend is going through. I say that society is a joke. I dream of a better world. I try to do m...

Literature

I feel so alone

This is not my place this is not my home in a crowded room I feel so alone.I want to go home but I know I can't I feel so cold that I'm all alone. I want to die I need to cry I want to hide because I feel so alone.This place makes me feel sick that I want to crawl into a ditch because I feel so alone.

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For the Next Writer

[DEVIATION] I was in that seat before you Hunched over and well spent Filling my lungs with vaporized smoke through a synthetic pen It’s not good enough, is it? That line feels fake to you, doesn’t it? You want to show them what you’re made of, but that brain of yours is screaming. It keeps telling you to give up. Take it from someone who has been lost More than fingers could count None of it matters, you say Yeah, yeah I get it If you don’t mind, I’ll take that chair beside yours. Listen, kid There’s been plenty of you And there have been many more of me that the universe had given up on But that rage you feel when you think you don’t have any words to spew Just write it Jot it down on a scrap of notebook paper Save it for later Who knows Maybe there’s someone else out there who needs it more than us.

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Parallel Lines

He lives his life in search of temporary fixes. Tells himself that that’s all he needs, nothing else matters as long as he is satiated. That is, until one day, He meets a woman. Not at a bar or a midnight club, but inside a cozy coffee shop. She is the most beautiful being he has ever seen. They pick a table, sit and talk for hours, Then he says, “Let’s go back to my place.” He listens to her speak about the universe and how it has treated her thus far. Wants to embrace her when she mentions the death of her grandmother. She does things that make him want to cry, the way she looks at him with curious eyes, The way she is attentive when he wants to confide. Her lips, oh so warm and soft, a sweet sensation to have grazed over his scarred skin. He feels seen for the very first time, It was the fix he had been searching for all his life.

Literature

liquide

entre les tours le soir liquide se glisse une ville suspendue au bord du rien la lumière se défait la nuit demeure between the towers the evening, liquid, slips a suspended city at the edge of nothing the light falls apart the night endures

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Literature

Halloween Haikus

#2 Drowning in the bath Mother seems to be quite pleased Babies wail and scream #3 Snake eyes rats inside Fires burning in your head Soon you will be dead #4 My flesh is burning The putrid breath of monsters Engulf my black lungs #5 Standing on a ledge Voices demanding, I jump Head explodes on road #6 Blood pouring from wrist I watch it pool on the floor My death is lovely #7 Airplane is crashing Everyone is panicking I just laugh and smile #8 Lifeboat is sinking The ocean is in turmoil Death feels like a dream #9 A face in the dark I slowly look behind me Fear devours the sane #10 Freezing in the snow Can’t even feel my blood ooze The tree smiles at me # 11 Full moon lights the sky Ancient howls surrounding me I lick my sharp fangs #12 Wild dogs circle me Trying to devour me I take my last breath #13 Pagan goddesses Dancing naked by the fire Green flames light the night # 14 People are cowards Humanity is devoured by evil Hell is life on earth #15 He kisses

Literature

Astray

There’s nothing to say, and yet, I’ll repeat it once more. Outside my window, there’s a chalk outline of a dead little boy. Was he murdered by you, or was it me? Perhaps just a byproduct of our demented society. The bullets that sprayed were never meant for this boy. A single round went astray, now, the boy is no more. And they’ll put him to rest with a few token tears, Just another pointless excuse for some ice-cold beers. The silence that follows, is heavy and sick, A community torn apart, by one wayward click. The laughter that echoed, through these streets like children's songs. Is hushed and stifled, something is seriously wrong. The games that were played, in the warmth of the sun, Are memories faded, the joy is all done. For each empty playground, and each vacant lot, Speaks volumes of the childhoods that time has forgot. We're left with the questions, of why and the how this could be. As we stand by the outline, and make solemn pleas. To change and to cherish, each

Literature

Just for giggles

"No, Riding Hood. I ain't pulling your finger again. And that's final!" "And you call yourself a wolf." "You of all people should know how little I care for loud, abrupt noises." "Come on. It's not like I'm hiding a musket in my basket." "That wasn't even funny the first time." "Yes it was. The paperbag was fun, too." "Riding Hood! I. HATE. LOUD. NOISES!" "Says the wolf that can out-snore an earthquake." "Ha. ha. ha. I don't snore." "You wake up Granny at least once a week. And she's deaf as a door knob." "She is old and nervous." "Nervous? She hunted boars for sports in her younger days." "Not any more." "No. She ate 'em all." "Is THAT why her farts smell worse than a pile of dead skunks?" "Ehh. I guess so. Or could be her dentures. They ARE made of boar husks." "I really don't like her dentures. They make her look creepy." "Aww. You poor little thing." "Riding Hood, old ladies are not supposed to have boar fangs." "And you are not supposed to me afraid of grannies." "I am not afraid

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#231

tenor sax merchants tote their wares to where the woods and the wind are in the coolest jazz harmony

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plain sight nebulas can hide the iconic

a grown- up's pure glowing iron religion lowers its gaze and begins to ur- gently growl at the wrong- ly logged in wriggling girl and her wiggling genii legionnaires with their long and wiggy ion wings and their owls' winning grins in the midday-dimming fog

Literature

Shadows of Oblivion: The Rise of Belmont - Ch. 7

City of Everwatch, Knight’s Abbey District… The Basilica of Saint Belmont That night Located at the north end of a sweeping circular carriage path that abutted a decent sized hill to the south, the Basilica of Saint Belmont was a classic Beaux-Arts designed structure projecting grandeur and sophistication. Nearly a thousand feet wide and eight hundred feet long in the shape of a T, it was the most recognizable structure in the city of Everwatch. Gifted to a troupe of Saint Belmont pilgrims nearly five centuries earlier when the ruins of the city that had once thrived here were discovered, the structure had since served as the primary church for parishioners of the Church of Saint Belmont. The structure had been largely unblemished and intact since Judgement Day, requiring only a token amount of repair and upkeep upon discovery but had also since been adorned with traditional twin bell towers set at the front of the structure. As was typical of most cathedrals belonging to

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Loud Silence - read description

The Judgement in the Circus Hall (short story)

22 Word Fiction

Memory

First Flight

In my Shyness

A Wish

Forgiveness

Dreaming of school

I Am Poem

I feel so alone

For the Next Writer

Parallel Lines

liquide

Halloween Haikus

Astray

Just for giggles

#231

plain sight nebulas can hide the iconic

Shadows of Oblivion: The Rise of Belmont - Ch. 7

Study Buddies

Loud Silence - read description

The Judgement in the Circus Hall (short story)

22 Word Fiction

Memory

First Flight

In my Shyness

A Wish

Forgiveness

Dreaming of school

I Am Poem

I feel so alone

For the Next Writer

Parallel Lines

liquide

Halloween Haikus

Astray

Just for giggles

#231

plain sight nebulas can hide the iconic

Shadows of Oblivion: The Rise of Belmont - Ch. 7

Olive

Description

Study Buddies

Loud Silence - read description

The Judgement in the Circus Hall (short story)

22 Word Fiction

Memory

First Flight

In my Shyness

A Wish

Forgiveness

Dreaming of school

I Am Poem

I feel so alone

For the Next Writer

Parallel Lines

liquide

Halloween Haikus

Astray

Just for giggles

#231

plain sight nebulas can hide the iconic

Shadows of Oblivion: The Rise of Belmont - Ch. 7