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Eric Lahti Dec 1
She'd ditched her grubby journalist clothes for a designer dress so sharp it could cut diamonds. It matched the predatory look in her eyes, twin daggers that would cut my heart out just for shits and giggles. Goes to show you don't know someone until you piss 'em off.
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Jana Richards Dec 2
He shook his head and chuckled grimly. A metaphor for my life. The only time he’d ever truly basked in the light was when he was with Jamie. UNEXPECTED
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Amy Wagnitz Dec 2
Mom and dad buzzed around like happy bees, calling out orders and flipping pancakes. My gut told me to look to the oven to see if the cinnamon rolls needed to be put on a cooling rack. That's the number one rule of the restaurant: if you're here, you're helping.
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Rose Dec 2
"In the way that daring gliders clung to the vast jaws of gravity pulsing from towering grid plateaus, I stood in the path of scent and taste nestled in sweets abundantly provided by the chief's cooks."
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BLOOD OF ZEUS SPOILERS Dec 2
Soft and warm, fingers intertwined for a fleeting moment. All too much, but not enough. In a certain way, he didn’t deserve this—whatever it was. His chest was thick with a feeling that sent him reeling. He held his breath close, unable to look away.
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Hilary R Sparkes Dec 2
It’s 2.45 pm. The grandmother is searching in the kitchen table drawer. The holy water may be gone but there was another way. That way lay under a jumble of old cigarette lighters, elastic bands and biros and had “My Herbal” still visible on its faded cover.
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Sean Heron Dec 2
"As she walks, Asima’s mind wanders to memories of sitting under the shade of a tree, relaxing as the leaves rustled and Maya told stories and lessons, trying not to squirm under Maya’s hands, rough-textured but light and gentle, fixing her hair into braids."
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Read Black Authors ✌🏾 Dec 2
"You can wake up from a dream, love — what I have is ambition."
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Eboni J Dunbar (She/her) Dec 2
Back into Starbringers as of yesterday so : Xavier shrugged. Xe seemed to consider xir next words carefully. “Look, if we die out here I want Leon to know where.”
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D. G. Driver Nov 25
If the ghost was still there, I couldn’t see him anymore. Cautiously, I reached out a hand and held the edge of the rowboat for a moment, so thankful for his help. For the briefest second, I thought I felt his hand press on top of mine.
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wildfaeriecaps Dec 2
When I wake, I am still tangled in Harland’s limbs. We are two vines that have ensnared each other in order to seek the light. The thought, here in the Dark, makes me smile with my lips curving against the soft, smooth skin of Harland’s arm. theme: metaphor
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A. A. Rubin Dec 2
Ancient simile tress stand tall like silent sentinels over the garden of metaphor—where love is a rose and jealousy, a green-eyed monster—but tis an unweeded garden that grows to seed, and it’s scheduled for destruction to make way for the 4-level allegory mall.
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chel Dec 2
I fret That your Medicinal love I thought Healed me Was only Metaphorical
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Tamara Canty Dec 2
Replying to @TamaraCanty
be tested. Yet, still strong and unmoving it remains. It shall never slacken, never die. Our finite minds cannot fathom a love so phenomenal, and I have not yet learned Infinite love in full. Still, I want my love to be jeweled in the wonder of Infinity. (2/2)
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Nicholas Adams✍🏼 Dec 2
“This star-,” her voice breaks. “It is a part of my heart. I give it to you freely. It can never be taken from you. Not even by me. Only you have the power to give it away.” I’m hypnotized by her gaze. I add my other hand to hers. “I will treasure it always, my queen.”
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Tamara Canty Dec 2
I don't just want to give fleeting love that is flimsy and easily altered by the circumstances of life. No, I must gift unbreakable steel to others dipped in gold. Yes, this is how indestructible, unalterable and unchanging I want my love to be. A love that can...(1/2)
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Marlee Pagels Nov 25
He finally got a room with a functional fingerprint lock and no damage to the closet shelving. But the guard thing really took away his sense of gratitude.
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Quiche Lorraine Dec 2
is my fave line from my soon to be published novella, From God, With Love - “I have monumentally messed these things up before and you are just too important to not give the best parts of me to.”
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Eric Lahti Dec 1
"I covered a toilet in chocolate syrup and whipped cream and placed it behind a tiny CEO desk. I call it Hopelessness, Volume 1, a mixed media installation. It's a metaphor for our times."
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1linewedLives Dec 3
Your lines were a great boulder, a wall of excellence, and full of METAPHOR. Thank you for a great ! New theme appearing here in the next couple of hours... watch this space!
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