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the gift (1.2) - 150

the tiny box plopped into her lap from over her shoulder, dislodging the book which had fallen closed. the box was no bigger than her palm, wrapped in several rough layers of white paper, and it barely made a sound when she shook it. 109 more words

Creative Writing

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Quickly, wrap it up. She said as she heard footsteps.
What are you hiding? Asked the ripened voice.
Nothing. She shrugged off his hand.
Let me see what is it. 44 more words

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lies(are greater than/equal to/less than)omissions/66

the things we say and never feel

are worse than

the things we feel and never say

Poetry

that child-like solitude

I found a little bench under a nice shady tree. There were many trees, it was a park after all. The day was quite windy with a brilliant sunshine painted on its back. 382 more words

“Use that attitude to your advantage.” by Julia on the SkyTrain


Sunday July 3, 2016
9:16am
5 minutes
Writing Down the Bones
Natalie Goldberg


Maybe Shane didn’t want to see you looking all hot cause then he’d realize he’s an idiot for even letting you go! 135 more words

“Children of narcissists” by Julia at her dining table


Friday July 1, 2016
11:24pm
5 minutes
Trapped in the Mirror
Elan Golomb


It’s no secret that she loved him. She did. She used to. She used to love him. 97 more words