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250Fiction (is doing #Sunthing new) Jul 14
My parents had always wanted a . For the last fifteen years they’ve thought that they had one. They sit in frozen silence as I try to explain, staring at me as if I were some stranger who had just stolen their son. 258
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¡ r e n e Jul 14
The discovered that the moon had sunk to the bottom of the well. He rescued it with a rope and wooden pail. Thirsty from the effort, he drank the moon water with a big dipper. It tasted like stars on a cold, clear night.
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Erotica Haus Jul 7
Double-Sided Strap On Dildo Vibrator
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Sal Page 📖 🏊‍♀️🚴‍ Jul 13
'Thank you. You're a such a nice .' 'I'm forty-seven.' 'Okay, a nice young man then.'
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Jay Jul 13
Beauty is iridescent A light that burns coal Once you accept the heat Your hurt soul becomes whole The in me Discovered that late Scarred by the stigma of society Holding him as bait But that child has bloomed To the knight protecting today
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Kelvin Rodrigues Jul 14
“Urgh, there’s ants everywhere. What have I told you about leaving the lid off the sugar, Haskins?” “Literally nothing, sir.” “How do we get rid of them?” “I heard that worker ants are all female, so pour water on them.” “Will it work?” “Yes, they’re not -ant.”
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Ty Sparks, absurd absurdist Jul 13
When Adam stepped to the plate, 2 outs, bottom of the 9th, game tied, his father gave no encouragement. The incremental journey from to man requires such moments: high fastball lined over the center fielder's glove, mad dash around the bases, victory slide into home.
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Indigenous Soul Jul 14
"Boys become men" she said as she hurled the small body on the fire. The scars of her abuse rivalled any of the other women. They all chanted together as he spat and crackled, his limbs twisting hideously. "No more hate, No more love, Turn to smoke, Rise above"
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Carrie Jul 13
PRESENT As a young , our son loved to share his news and was itching to show his Aunt a little book he had made for her. As she turned the pages she started to look very worried. We realised he was showing her a detailed record of his very recent bout of headlice
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Tamsin S. Jul 14
"Is it a ?" Do you wish I'd given you that question? Given you the grasp of a tiny heart. Do you wish my love had stretched that far? Sometimes I think I see an unborn father in your eyes. You softly rock a cradle full of blame, and I'm afraid to ask. "Is it me?"
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L. K. Carter Jul 14
Nothing made her happier than watching her kids play in the yard together giggling in the grass chasing bubbles and gathering sticks because she knew he wouldn't be a little for long and she would be a woman so soon too soon so she watched while she still could
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Jana Jenkins Jul 14
The king noticed his daughter’s affection for the young gardener. “Keep her away from that !”, he ordered. They spent months hiding letters, planning their escape. “Are you sure you want to leave this?” He asked outside the gates. “I have what is truly .
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DeRicki Johnson Jul 14
I hear drips And drops Whose cadence Won’t stop Water Keeps rising To drown out My thoughts Madness Malingers At edge Of my mind Lost In the dark Shrinks my dinghy Of Time Legba Done cursed me Because I crossed Him Voodoo Like water— And dis Cain’t swim
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¡ r e n e Jul 14
Ada was in her garden deadheading snapdragons when she saw a young watching her from the trees. She noted his tattered clothes & backpack. Come here, Boy! Ada called. You won't roast me in the oven? Boy said. Ada laughed. You've confused me with my cousin.
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D. Annie 📝💙🌻🦋 Jul 14
He will always be my Little No matter how old he was He always had The biggest smiles Even as an adult His smile lit up His face & room Rambunctious & Always into everything Especially the cookie jar I’ll forever miss him My son My boy My Joshua
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K.R. Garcia Jul 14
When I was a , I had wings. I can still feel the burn of city lights after years beneath the streets. Breeze cooling the filth on my skin. The spark of adventure in the smoky air as I gave myself to the wind. I sigh. The price of growing up was letting my wings go.
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tuttysan Jul 14
At the town square, sitting under the saman, a asks if I need my shoes shined. He readies his dirty rag and polish paste. I wonder who his parents are, what troubles he’s faced. Sitting under an old tree on a Sunday afternoon, I learned to count my blessings.
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Punam Saxena Jul 14
Once I made a scarecrow, It was such a fancy being. To ward off little birdies, That picked at my leaves. He turned out to be a frisky , Had flirting on his mind. Invited all the chicks home, And had a good time!
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Paulo Tomás Neves Jul 14
At dawn, he climbed the deck and seemed to see May walk the sand towards the sea, which was there to receive her in a sweet and murderous embrace. The took a deep breath that repelled the bleak image and stood there, imagining the new world where life begins anew.
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DeRicki Johnson Jul 14
Used to have 2 muses A little girl & But one day I killed them When me They annoyed They ran off To Starbucks With my thinking cap My writing Held ransom Til they sauntered back Now their Magic music blood Flows in my pen I no longer Need them For work to begin
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