They asked the reason for my restrained yet uncanny smile; subsequently condemning my solitary way of life.
They vulgarly inquired if it was to entice a prospective lover; yet little did they know that this mystic smile is a scheme to conceal a broken heart.
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In a way it is what i expected,
Though in another way it wasn’t,
So it is,
Yet it isn’t,
Which it is not it which it its. 30 more words
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Today it rained in London. Nothing new I guess since is summer, and is London, which means that rain pours as the air gets dense and humid, calling for more clouds for the heavens to break loose and unleash its waters upon us. 201 more words
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It’s a hard world to be different in.
Why is so hard for people to accept other people the way these other people are? Why can’t uncanny be considered beautiful? 63 more words
That shouldn’t have happened,
I mean seriously, How could that happen!?
For instance, that thing is not suppose to catch on fire,
It is chemically impossible! 54 more words
“Fate is like a strange, unpopular restaurant filled with odd little waiters who bring you things you never asked for and don’t always like.” ~Lemony Snicket
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“Sun, Moon, Dust” by Ursula Vernon, Uncanny May/June 2017, fantasy short story
Allpa’s dying grandmother leaves him a magic sword. When unsheathed, Sun, Moon, and Dust materialize from it and they’re all supposed to go be heroic warriors together. 197 more words
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