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Crash Course Samurai
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Away and Home Again
    "There used t'be bridges across the river," the old man said, nodding towards rotting pylons. "But not any more. We don' mix with th' folk across the river."    He exhaled smoke, holding the cigarette with his lips.   "Th' desert and the mountains don' mix."   He pulled on the oars, the wood groaned as it created eddies in the brown slow moving water.   "You remember tha' boy. You might think livin' in the desert is hard, going to the mountains to work, get ahead in life."   He looked expectantly at me, and I nodded quickly.   "Tha's all fine and well, but you just remember, you meet some pretty girlie over there, you leave he
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Hand
    She liked holding his hand. The feel of skin against skin while he drove or they walked from class to class was intoxicating. His hand engulfed hers the way that when he hugged her she was engulfed by him. She liked the texture of his hand, skin rough from lifting wood and fixing bikes, scarred from the knifes he played with and burned from the stove that he had absent-mindedly leaned against, fingernails cracked and ripped, a working hand. Her hand was small and soft from the lotion that she applied in the morning and the night, still covered with a layer of baby fat, the nails neatly trimmed. She liked the way that his hand was always o
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Dear Mother
Dear Mother,    I suspect it was the sea, for we were better with its absence.    I know you liked this one, thought he'd be the one, but he couldn't share me. And we did go to the sea. And the sea has been my love for much longer than he has. You remember when I was a child, and I thought that there was ocean in my blood because it tasted salty when I sucked on the cut of my finger, when I learned that all rivers lead to the ocean I would try and swim down them.    I suspect he feels the same about the sky, but I did not mind sharing. I could marvel at his wonder and remember the waves, not feel lost when he didn't notice me. But I lov
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Dreams
     "My stories are as long as my attention span," she said, "which really isn't very long. Forced me to get good at writing short stuff, getting the whole thing out at one time. If I didn't write it all at once, I could never come back to it, but if I didn't write it at all it would fester, grow in my brain. Which is why I'm here I guess."     The man through the bars looked at her. She was new to the institute, but she wouldn't be here long he figured. She had come like the rest of them looking for something to make it better, but the institute didn't have any more clue than anyone else on how to control dreams come to life. If they didn
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Fairies
    The party was to be a success. All of the matrons had decided it. All of the right people were to be there, the right food and decorations. So long as the girl could keep her head. She had been sent to finishing school after it was discovered she believed in fairies. It simply was not acceptable.     No doubt it was from the long hours spent alone in the country house, they had told her. But she knew better than to tell people of the lights she saw in the woods, the little folk hiding in the curtains. She had been prepared for this event. No one wanted her making a fool of herself. And after the long days and nights spent under the watc
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Lake
    When she first moved to the house by the lake, she was small enough that her mother worried. She can remember the way that the trees, drunk on the water which made them brave, tapping her windows at night. She did not know the noises the water made then. She was watched closely because of the lake, but not closely enough. She fell in once and as she sank beneath the water, the green blue black of the water plants filled her mind with the tentacles of octopuses and sea monsters. She was pulled from their tightly woven grasp, brought back up to the air, but she didn't forget. She had nightmares of being pulled down, down, lower and lower in
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Technicolor
Have you noticed? The world is dimmer. The colors aren't as bright any more. The television Technicolor has stolen them They have been sucked up into a box on the wall Put somewhere safe Away from the light So we can view them in safety They are cleaned and thought about Messages are instilled We are shown what we should see What they want us to see We are told what we should think And how we should feel Colors have become part of the demographic Bright ones for you Sharp ones for you Dark ones for you We sit inside to see the world outside Not thinking We watch
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Parents
Don't Draggggggg Your feet Walk with a purpose My father told me (You are going places, said my mother) Stand tall You will be successful At everything you try My father said (You should be the best, said my mother) You should look confidant Even if you're not If you act as though you are You will be My father taught me (Don't let them get you down, said my mother) You must do well You must be the best That you can be Walk as though you don't have the weight of my expectations on you shoulders (are you sure you tried your hardest?) Weigh your own thoughts with what you are told Don't act as though you are worried And
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I Can Write Poetry
I can write poetry I can pour my soul onto the page Make my mark Have my voice resound in the bones of the earth This is what I want To be heard By the winds at the top of mountains I want my words to be respected People should know this is me I am proud I can speak my mind without fear My voice will be heard My words will be eloquent
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Dinner With Gramma
Dinner with Gramma GRAMMA BETTY WAITER Scene One The scene is set in a restaurant. Two chairs are facing each other across a table set with droopy flowers in a vase and plastic cups. GRAMMA and BETTY are seated facing each other. GRAMMA: What do you want to eat, honey? BETTY: I don't know what anything on the menu is. What do you think would be good? GRAMMA: Well, we have to get some Maust Khiar. It was my favorite thing to eat back in Iran. And how about a Chelo Kebab? I think that would be enough to share. BETTY: That sounds great to me. (sips water, looks distracted) GRAMMA: How has your year been so far? Anything fun happen
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Away and Home Again
    "There used t'be bridges across the river," the old man said, nodding towards rotting pylons. "But not any more. We don' mix with th' folk across the river."    He exhaled smoke, holding the cigarette with his lips.   "Th' desert and the mountains don' mix."   He pulled on the oars, the wood groaned as it created eddies in the brown slow moving water.   "You remember tha' boy. You might think livin' in the desert is hard, going to the mountains to work, get ahead in life."   He looked expectantly at me, and I nodded quickly.   "Tha's all fine and well, but you just remember, you meet some pretty girlie over there, you leave he
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Hand
    She liked holding his hand. The feel of skin against skin while he drove or they walked from class to class was intoxicating. His hand engulfed hers the way that when he hugged her she was engulfed by him. She liked the texture of his hand, skin rough from lifting wood and fixing bikes, scarred from the knifes he played with and burned from the stove that he had absent-mindedly leaned against, fingernails cracked and ripped, a working hand. Her hand was small and soft from the lotion that she applied in the morning and the night, still covered with a layer of baby fat, the nails neatly trimmed. She liked the way that his hand was always o
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Dear Mother
Dear Mother,    I suspect it was the sea, for we were better with its absence.    I know you liked this one, thought he'd be the one, but he couldn't share me. And we did go to the sea. And the sea has been my love for much longer than he has. You remember when I was a child, and I thought that there was ocean in my blood because it tasted salty when I sucked on the cut of my finger, when I learned that all rivers lead to the ocean I would try and swim down them.    I suspect he feels the same about the sky, but I did not mind sharing. I could marvel at his wonder and remember the waves, not feel lost when he didn't notice me. But I lov
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Dreams
     "My stories are as long as my attention span," she said, "which really isn't very long. Forced me to get good at writing short stuff, getting the whole thing out at one time. If I didn't write it all at once, I could never come back to it, but if I didn't write it at all it would fester, grow in my brain. Which is why I'm here I guess."     The man through the bars looked at her. She was new to the institute, but she wouldn't be here long he figured. She had come like the rest of them looking for something to make it better, but the institute didn't have any more clue than anyone else on how to control dreams come to life. If they didn
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Fairies
    The party was to be a success. All of the matrons had decided it. All of the right people were to be there, the right food and decorations. So long as the girl could keep her head. She had been sent to finishing school after it was discovered she believed in fairies. It simply was not acceptable.     No doubt it was from the long hours spent alone in the country house, they had told her. But she knew better than to tell people of the lights she saw in the woods, the little folk hiding in the curtains. She had been prepared for this event. No one wanted her making a fool of herself. And after the long days and nights spent under the watc
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Lake
    When she first moved to the house by the lake, she was small enough that her mother worried. She can remember the way that the trees, drunk on the water which made them brave, tapping her windows at night. She did not know the noises the water made then. She was watched closely because of the lake, but not closely enough. She fell in once and as she sank beneath the water, the green blue black of the water plants filled her mind with the tentacles of octopuses and sea monsters. She was pulled from their tightly woven grasp, brought back up to the air, but she didn't forget. She had nightmares of being pulled down, down, lower and lower in
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Technicolor
Have you noticed? The world is dimmer. The colors aren't as bright any more. The television Technicolor has stolen them They have been sucked up into a box on the wall Put somewhere safe Away from the light So we can view them in safety They are cleaned and thought about Messages are instilled We are shown what we should see What they want us to see We are told what we should think And how we should feel Colors have become part of the demographic Bright ones for you Sharp ones for you Dark ones for you We sit inside to see the world outside Not thinking We watch
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Parents
Don't Draggggggg Your feet Walk with a purpose My father told me (You are going places, said my mother) Stand tall You will be successful At everything you try My father said (You should be the best, said my mother) You should look confidant Even if you're not If you act as though you are You will be My father taught me (Don't let them get you down, said my mother) You must do well You must be the best That you can be Walk as though you don't have the weight of my expectations on you shoulders (are you sure you tried your hardest?) Weigh your own thoughts with what you are told Don't act as though you are worried And
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I Can Write Poetry
I can write poetry I can pour my soul onto the page Make my mark Have my voice resound in the bones of the earth This is what I want To be heard By the winds at the top of mountains I want my words to be respected People should know this is me I am proud I can speak my mind without fear My voice will be heard My words will be eloquent
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Dinner With Gramma
Dinner with Gramma GRAMMA BETTY WAITER Scene One The scene is set in a restaurant. Two chairs are facing each other across a table set with droopy flowers in a vase and plastic cups. GRAMMA and BETTY are seated facing each other. GRAMMA: What do you want to eat, honey? BETTY: I don't know what anything on the menu is. What do you think would be good? GRAMMA: Well, we have to get some Maust Khiar. It was my favorite thing to eat back in Iran. And how about a Chelo Kebab? I think that would be enough to share. BETTY: That sounds great to me. (sips water, looks distracted) GRAMMA: How has your year been so far? Anything fun happen
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Hi there! Thanks for the fav. Have a nice day (:
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Thank you so much for the watch! I really appreciate it :nod:
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Nice to have a human reply!
I love the detail in your work. Keep it up!
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:giggle: You're welcome for the human reply! :iconfeelingfreeplz: Thank you for your kind comments :)
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Ho, my, gawd.
Thanks for the fav!!! :3
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its SUPER purty!
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thank you so much for the :+fav:!


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