I’ll knit some tubing to,
Drain your Blotto fumes.
I’ll sort savage tidings,
From your forked falsehoods.
Vessels of hell dust,
First blood’s drawn.
Bottles slogged, 23 more words
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A low, loud rumble resounded throughout New Amhurst, but this time, Aisling was certain it wasn’t thunder. Her eyes darted around as she struggled to find the source of the sound. 738 more words
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The leaves billowed from the heavens, a roasted brown or Sunkist yellow. Mixed into the mess is the liter of the ages; a pattern, a rhythm, a song of color against dismal grey concrete. 64 more words
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I’m eating breakfast at the kitchen counter when he comes in and says, “You’re pregnant.” He sets down a pregnancy test and I pick it up like it’s a slice of toast and I bring it into the bathroom and shut the door. 1,379 more words
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This Girl Is Writing
The night’s blizzard hadn’t been forecast. The snow came down thick and fast, covering the ground in minutes.
On a quiet street, under a thick blanket of frozen powder, Daniel was dying. 181 more words
1 day, 14 hours ago
The first time Ellie stepped up onto the ledge it wobbled. No Good. She might loose her balance, and she couldn’t risk her suicide being an… 190 more words
She knew the bay like the freckles on her body. The ridged sand moulded to her feet as she fled. It would collapse under theirs. 182 more words
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