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Swing low

You came up to me today.

Black shirt, black Nike shoes, a grey back pack and you slowed down…a little screech offsetting the rhythm of my feet. 91 more words

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The King is Dead

“The King is dead, I am in control now!” Calvin shouted, lifting the crown up to his head.

“Uh, excuse me, sir,” said a butler, in full butler regalia, “but I think you are confused. 150 more words

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Stowaway Girl

Tasha sat inside the dark crate, feeling the motion of the waves far below, hearing the shouts of the crew. Nobody would find her here. 98 more words

Creative Writing


Before the #NaPoWriMo kicks in with its 30 days of 30 new poems, (who is taking part?)

here is a little chilling tale of ghostly goings on between the window panes… 5,453 more words

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In The Park

Shayna stood at the gates to the park, staring in.

Past the gates was a green jungle. A mix of trees and bushes and grass and plants, all kinds. 110 more words

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Dear Aurora

I thought that you would be here by now.

Who am I to talk, I was six and delirious, because who knew that a tall dark and handsome husband, a Toyota Corolla, a three bed-room house and two kids wouldn’t be the idea of a perfect life? 417 more words


Ghosts of Sexual Encounters Past

Charles Dickens may have described the ghost of Ebenezer Scrooge’s past to be rather a terrifying sort of phantasm–“being now a thing with one arm, now with one leg, now with twenty legs, now a pair of legs without a head, now a head without a body”–inĀ  1,173 more words

Genna Rivieccio