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Kalah McLaughlin Apr 15
Ok I’m interested to know since we’re talking villains today... what do you think is the root of all evil? I’ll go first - Money 💸
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O R B Apr 16
After his wife died, the old man fastened her favorite dress to the mast of his tiny sailboat and set off across the blue void Hoping to be shipwrecked in all that he lost
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Kelvin Rodrigues Apr 17
“They think they’re clever, Haskins, but we’ll show them.” “Show them what, sir?” “That we see through their flimsy disguise as honest catering managers.” “Through their sir, like teeth covers?” “Two of them so two veneers Haskins.” “You want to keep them?”
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Kelvin Rodrigues Apr 13
“What did you just say, Haskins?” “Sorry sir.” “I do not tolerate language like that, as you well know.” “Can I call your wife a instead?” “Why would you do that?” “It’s also a female dog, sir.” “Careful, Haskins.” “And I really hope she fox off and dies.”
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Kelvin Rodrigues Apr 14
To the wonderful supporters of Haskins & The Commander on : For the next 2 days, I’m going to be away with my cherubic (ha!) little daughters. I will try to get their adventures posted, but please bear with me if they’re late or missing & thank you all for your support.
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Aspen✒️AspenBrave®™ Apr 16
I am the space In the between That you erase A secret unseen I am the word A vacuous veneer Humans are absurd Defining me to use and smear I am the vision Of your world What you see is your own image And listen for what you want heard Embrace The Truth Not Hypocrisy
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Vernon Cole Apr 13
They say a giant was felled once by a smooth stone, small, from a brook. I can believe that. Little things. When you pause, just before kissing me, that slight inhale before our lips meet creates a sweet that pulls me under drowning me in the subtlest of seas.
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DeRicki Johnson Apr 16
Saw a woman on a path In passing Soft we spoke She wore A bilious sorrow ‘Round her like a cloak Her smile meant To hide it ‘neath A thin of hope A callous lover Left wounds Unhealed by fam or friends I pray She keep walking There’s a sunrise ‘Round the bend
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Kelvin Rodrigues Apr 15
“Haskins! There you are. How did it go yesterday?” “Morning sir. Just a routine check-up, no big deal.” “Well I for one am glad you’re back, it’s horribly quiet when we’re of you.” “Devoid, surely sir?” “No, not the void... and stop trying to talk street.”
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O R B Apr 11
She drove cancer like a 74’ Ford Mustang Foot crushing the pedal against the motor track Chemo, hair loss, vomit grinding gears, flames engulf, the crowd on their feet The cancer spews gas and fury She emerges from the wreckage patting the fire out on her jeans grateful
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Kelvin Rodrigues Apr 11
“I see myself, in many ways as a warrior, Haskins.” “Did none of those ways involve a mirror, sir?” “Like a mighty norse man.” “What? You mean speaking in dots and dashes? Not very practical.” “No, not morse, norse.” “Got you, as in norse, sows, ease wess?”
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Keelah Rose's Microfiction Apr 14
“Only bad writers put a in their story,” the prof said frostily, handing back her paper marked with a red D. Late that night in the parking lot, she took him by surprise with a knife in his jugular. “I guess God is a bad writer,” she said to his twitching corpse.
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Aspen✒️AspenBrave®™ Apr 15
murder of Lincoln sinking of the Titanic Notre Damn ablaze fifteenth of April they share man like history left void hold what we all share with the polar caps thawing Mother Earth weeping man dreams of Mars to explore it is time we wake up World
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Aspen✒️AspenBrave®™ Apr 12
I am a soul Lost in the wild Life has taken its toil I’ve the heart of a child I am a wish That no one made Naive of ignorance and bliss Abandoned I pretend love stayed I am an end You give me wings Valiant souls soaring with pens Exploring a last sunset like Vikings
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Aspen✒️AspenBrave®™ Apr 14
I am the Taxes That must be done Pen loses to finances Run, Aspen, Run! I am the blank On your timeline Pay dues to thy villain bank Thanks for letting me whine I am the laugh If you want more Look for me on a raft Paddling to your country’s shore ⬇️TY ALL🚣🏻‍♂️Love, Aspen
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Shauna: New interviews! tweeptattler.blogspot.com Apr 8
I regret to inform you I’m tweeting from the grave. I went online to use a recipe for lunch, but starved to death before I got through the blogger’s life history, and stories of every single GD time Grammy May made the dish. It was a death. Pray for me.
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💫 ¡ r e n e 💫 Apr 10
Pat's firstborn child smelled like cigarettes, cheap wine, and vomit, but she held her baby girl close, pressing kisses to her hand, while the doctor pulled windshield glass from her face.
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Kelvin Rodrigues Apr 13
“You don’t like her, do you, Haskins.” “I hate how she treats you so badly, sir.” “My wife is a complex swirl, a of emotion and contradiction.” “A what?” “A Vortex. It goes round and round.” “Like a slinky? Good, because I want to push her down the stairs.”
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Dawn Hosmer Apr 13
In younger days, she stayed quiet, not wanting to upset anyone. People called her a doormat. She started standing up for herself & stopped letting others walk all over her. They called her a vixen. Now she doesn't care what they say. She is herself & that is enough.
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Giselle Phillips Apr 10
Do not love me For hues so bright shall fade. Love me like old photographs Unedited and rare. Love me in winter Or upon arid desert sands. Love me grey And I shall never grow dull.
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