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Barlow (Princess Throatpunch) Adams Jan 20
The visitor is anything but grim in a Hawaiian shirt and swim shorts, sandals with smiling skulls across the straps. “If you’re him, where’s the pale horse? The scythe?” Death jerks his head at the white Ford Mustang parked outside, jiggles a crescent earring playfully.
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Kalah McLaughlin 13h
I picked up the novel that broke my heart a decade ago to feel its weight of paper and sorrow. A shiny, golden strand of my hair was caught between pages. I wondered if pieces of me were left in all of the books I’d read, or if perhaps they’d left pieces in me.
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S Golden Jan 20
"Mommy, why do people whisper to horses?" His lisp was adorable in questions like these. "Because sometimes a needs extra love," I answered distractedly, peeling potatoes at the sink. He crept over to tug my shirt, "Mommy," he whispered, "does it work for humans?"
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Kelvin Rodrigues 22h
"That was a close shave, sir." "I know Haskins. They missed by a whisker." "Next time we'll comb the area properly." "I'll make them regret their brush with the law." "I think we ought to cut and run." "Run? I'm not as trim as you." "Well we can't stay , sir."
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Carol Beth Anderson (goes by Beth) Jan 20
At 6, kids call her “ Teeth.” She thanks them; she loves horses! When she realizes it’s an insult, she hides—behind lips, hands, silence. At 16, she decides to love horses again. She grows her mane long, smiles wide, runs hurdles. They call her wild. Unbroken.
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¡ r e n e Jan 19
Every day since his wife Maggie died, Sam walked the at low tide. He used a stick to write her name in the sand, and he stayed until the tide washed it away. Today, he wrote his own name in the sand before chaining himself to the dock.
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Neil Clark Jan 20
I have a recurring dream... There's a horse lying next to me in bed. I fall asleep and dream of galloping off together, into the sunset. Whilst riding on its back, I drift off and dream that I'm the horse, lying next to me in bed. I fear my bed is not a stable place.
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Thomas J. Torrington Jan 16
Each day they see her an empty carriage, cooing at nothing--call her crazy. They can't see the empty crib at home. Or feel the cold side of the bed in a broken marriage. They'll never hear the silence when her newborn didn't cry. Or know the emptiness of her heart.
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Neil Clark Jan 14
Tonight, I fall from the sky. My blood absorbs into me. My bones heal. The airbag sucks into the steering wheel. The car uncrumples and veers onto the road. I drive home, backwards. I unkiss you goodbye and go into the house, where I haunt you until the day we meet.
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Barlow (Princess Throatpunch) Adams Jan 14
She hides in the tall when Daddy gets drunk. Prays to it to keep her safe. When it does she sacrifices a bird in homage. The grass grows. She brings a cat. Then a dog. Daddy. She’s given it so much since then. The grass is higher than the house. She feels so safe.
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Dawn Hosmer Jan 12
I looked to the sun to learn how to shine. The moon shared its wisdom on how to go through darkness without losing my light. A world covered in snow served as a lesson in silence. Raindrops came to wash away my pain. Nature teaches me in the most beautiful ways.
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shona moss Jan 14
When I am dying, Lay me in , If it's warm it will soothe me, If it's cold, refresh me, If it's wet, cleanse me. I want it to be The last smell, The last touch, The earth beneath, beckoning, The sky above, welcoming. Don't let me die on concrete, I'll never break it.
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Carol Beth Anderson (goes by Beth) Jan 17
I plunge the knife in and smile at the resulting sigh. Thick darkness spreads at my feet. Stab. Sigh. . Again. And again. I admire my work: four Goodyear puddles under a shining BMW. Next time my boss can’t keep his hands to himself, I’ll slash more than rubber.
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Roz Levens Jan 18
She longs for ; for those lost days when, dissatisfied, she didn't know what she had. Pictures of her youth, her bones, leave her amazed and bemused. Was she ever really that slim? She pushes an idle finger into the marshmallow folds of flesh, and sighs.
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Roz Levens Jan 13
Sitting in the hospital, knitting mindlessly, feeling a bit like Madame Tussaud. They've just assured me he's fine, but the procedure is taking longer than they thought. Positive vibes this way please, friends at .
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Kelvin Rodrigues Jan 13
What do we think of people commenting negatively on tweets? I had a jolly soul point out I used a Terry Pratchett joke (I know I did) and they seemed to enjoy "raining on my parade." I blocked them for being a miserable waste of a blowjob (& I hate blocking writers).
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just jenn Jan 17
My dear friends: my Small One (9) has started his storytelling journey! I present the first few sentences of his WIP. He asked me to share with you.
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Kelvin Rodrigues Jan 16
"MI5! NOBODY MOVE... er, you can move, Haskins." "Right, yes, sorry sir." "DROP YOUR WEAPON... no, pick yours up, Haskins." "Sorry, not with it today." "SHOW ME YOUR HANDS... oh nice nails, but I meant him." "I'm just tired, sir." "I'm afraid to shout 'em."
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mapdevil 🇬🇷🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿 15m
I've played 'em all. Whist. Church fetes, tea and elderly ladies. . Cocktails, glamour and Jackie O! Poker. Dark basements, tobacco and danger. Nowadays? I only play Solitaire.
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Kelvin Rodrigues Jan 18
"What's that sir?" "This, Haskins is a lettuce sandwich." "Is there bacon in there?" "Just lettuce." "Oh yuck." "I know, but I need to lose this timber and get if I ever want to meet someone." "You want to know what makes me lean?" "What?" "Tequila, sir."
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