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Kelvin Rodrigues Sep 10
“What happened, Haskins?” “Our victim decided to , and not sell, his entire marijuana supply, so they smashed his head in, sir.” “Died from blunt force trauma?” “Then he was torn limb from limb.” “That’s bad for the joints.” “Poor dope.” “Weed better leave.”
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Aspen✒️©️AspenBrave®™ Sep 11
raining people in the air -I weep & in that second They chose To leap Even IF F E A R Life Is Anything But Fair Hope disappeared God I begged, “Give them wings!” “Write them with your pen,” My said.
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Dopabeane Sep 10
I saw it by the jail: dark and strange, with membranous wings through which stars shone. It smelled of incense and night sands in forgotten desert. Its face was awful and lovely. Then, in a whirlwind of star and shadow, it soared off. I wish I knew what it was.
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Indigenous Soul Sep 11
obscures the spark and fate destroys all faith He hangs on with a deathgrip to this swift dissolving wraith A world born of loss swerves swiftly into sight "She never lived here anyway," He whispered to the night.
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John Everex Sep 10
As summer fades and my father begins to harvest the bitter pears, she visits again. The dark-haired ghost. Each time, I scent a trace of and the shadows shift just slightly. As before, she stands silent, pointing to the east, but I can't work out what she means.
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Tyler. Sep 10
"I'm just going out for a cigarette," he said. A few minutes later, he returned, because he was the father I needed him to be. Then I awoke, wondering what my childhood self did to drive him away. Needless to say, I don't .
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Saoirse Sep 10
There is no thin line to distinguish her, no boundary between her and air. Like she is, at once, both here and not.
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Tamsin S. Sep 11
"Goodbye." It seemed a funny way to start. Unless the rings he was blowing were the burning of the world.
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Grant Hinton (Author) Sep 11
Jane was drunk again. I put Lucy to bed. She asked why her mum didn’t love her. I said she was sick. Jane came crashing into the room, shouting why I played with a doll. Lucy evaporate like . I remembered our daughters funeral. I collapsed and wept fresh tears.
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Joy 🇳🇿 Sep 10
Dear Diary The janitor asked if I would some weed with him? I had to say no Just can’t deal with high maintenance people He smokes outside in any weather I said I don’t in hail I asked how he’d made the courtyard's octagon garden? He said corners were cut.
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Lisa Poggioli Sep 16
I is for ! Playing around with some . Happy ⁦⁩ Monday! . Wishing Everyone a wonderful week! A late one for 🦅❤️
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Faye Brinsmead Sep 11
When I realised you'd never listen, I began communicating in . I developed quite a vocabulary. Ghostly adders, manta rays, bats. "Quit vaping indoors," you said. Swirling daggers, axes, scythes. "Filthy habit," you said. I blew a sword, cutting a knot. And left.
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Deborah Wynne Sep 11
The room was quiet. Stunned. No one took their eyes off of the TV. Strangers held hands, embraced. Breakfasts untouched. Cold coffee. Suddenly the TV screen filled with & debris. A collective gasp followed by sobs, tears. The first tower became a pile of rubble.
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🅺🅰🆃🅸🅴 💞 🏳️‍🌈 Sep 16
Oh my fucking god, how cute is this! If anyone has a spare $500 then you know what to buy me
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Emma Chadwick Sep 13
Here’s a grungy pigeon for this week’s 😊🐦
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Paul Grealish Sep 10
"Her life's work, up in !" "Yep." "But grandma never even tried to get published!" "Nope." "Why?!" "She felt the best part of the story was the telling. She wrote for herself." "But that's mad!" "Oh, as a brush. Now stoke those coals."
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Megs Higgins Sep 13
A little Terrarium getaway this week.
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J Sep 13
"Excuse me while I kiss the sky." JH Its only a small step from smoke on the water to a purple haze. 🤔😊
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Shauna Sep 10
She pulls out her own toenails, pinched tween her teeth. “Training,”she says. We think she must be crazy. When they catch us she plays head games on ‘em so’s they’ll choose her. “Where are they?”He demands,pliers above her big toe. Swear to god she winks at me.
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Jacqueline Firkins (needs to ignore her pencils) Sep 10
A driver pulled over mid-route, When his clunker clattered about. The from the hood Sure didn’t look good Since his char insurance had run out.
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