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Kelvin Rodrigues Jul 10
“How did your evaluation go, sir?” “As well as it could do, Haskins.” “What did she say?” “Who?” “The brain doctor, the -cyclist woman.” “You mean the psychy-trialist?” “Yes, her.” “She said I was as sane as the next man, Haskins.” “Aw, that poor next man.”
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C.M.F. Wright writes Tiny Fiction Daily Jul 9
"Pixie dust only gets you so far. The is to believe you can fly. If you believe hard enough, you can do anything!" "O-okay." Trembling, she leapt out the window. A terrible thud resounded. Peter Pan sighed. Perhaps the next girl's imagination would be better.
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Liv Matthews (July vss365 host) Jul 9
‘Life is not a matter of holding good cards, but of playing a poor hand well’ Robert Louis Stevenson 10th July TRICK
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Matthew Calmes Jul 10
Was it a of the eye? He couldn't believe what he was seeing. Through the cabin window, on the distant dock, she stood silhouetted in the moonlight. But strangely he could smell faint hyacinth. As if she were standing right next to him. "I miss you," he breathed.
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prometheus Jul 10
You are time’s magician I am the sacred fool watching your box of halves, between the stars, sawn in two This comfort, disconcerts us Brings me fake riches, golden insects crawling over skin, stretched thin A tragedy of want this of existence
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Carol Beth Anderson (goes by Beth) Jul 10
We’ve been bantering for months. Now we’re working late. I approach. She glances up. For a second, her irises look red, her teeth jagged. Then she smiles, brown eyes twinkling. Must’ve been a of the light. “We’re the only ones here,” she whispers. “How nice.”
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Sanya Raic Jul 10
I felt shudder on my mute lips Sweetness and fright of our first kiss My foolish desire to modulate Widely a hymn of magic&wonder Gave birth to little girl's stanzas Smooth words Bed of roses Images of Cupid It was easy to My mind and Break my overjoyed heart.
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DC Swanson Jul 9
Sometimes when you look around The world seems dull and boring There's a little I found To send your spirits soaring What's that little trick, you ask? Describe your thoughts in rhyme Layer the world with a creative mask And use it all the time. By M, age 9, &Dad
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CherieTaylorBattiste Jul 10
in son's new eyes a new love undisguised a sureness swaddled in pureness tailored to be timeless unpicks he never shined less un-uniform past pinning openness bringing empathy relationship closeness which as his son grew ensured he knew a mans love too is limitless
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Arvind Iyer Jul 10
tonight, there'll be violet moonlight just for u no, it isn't a I spent years collecting violet flowers & making dye stirring it in the sea & dipping the moon at every high tide come, seep in the haze the violet lantern is up in the skies just for u
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Devilline Stone Jul 10
I heard the devil beg, please don’t you go! Stay safe with me in the trees, safe cloaked in shadow. The devil swore it a , a cruel prank you see  No one in the light could ever love me
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Ramakrishna #VedicRonin Jul 10
I close my eyes Stitch a perfect present From shards of time since passed A blue sky A fragrant parting I smile with glistening heart Was it just a ? No matter I like my own drawings Sandalwood brush of spider silk Dipped into the inkwell of memory
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Hayley Reese Chow Jul 9
He wraps her hands with his. “Favorite bloom?” She smirks. “Guess.” He pulls away, letting her fingers uncurl around a tiny, perfect violet. She masters her shock & crosses her arms. “So, what’s the ?” “The magic came from your hands.” He shrugs. “You tell me.”
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Heather Oliver Jul 10
Hidden the smile Under your layers of charm & style Is a wolf All teeth, so vile Your footsteps scorch the earth Heart so wicked You're like Satan re-birthed The twinkle in your eyes Is just a of light Everything about you Is as black as the darkest night
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GirlieShawnie Jul 9
Trying to keep her eyes open long enough to get home was hard. The was rolling down the windows, turning the music up all the way and blasting the cold air. Her eye lids were so heavy. What would it hurt to hold them shut for a second. She closed them too long.
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LindseyPopeWrites Jul 10
" or treat?" my daughter asks, looking at the dark house "Not here. Mr. Smith likes to be left alone." I watch her eyes widen as she removes some candy from her bag, placing it at the end of his driveway. "Why'd you do that?" I wonder. "No one should be alone."
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¡ r e n e Jul 10
Will sat on his grandpa's knee and snuggled in. Want to learn a ? Pops asked. Something kids nowadays don't know how to do? Will nodded. Ok. Close your eyes. Make yourself tiny as a flea. Good. Now we're going to jump into this book and go on an adventure.
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Shauna Jul 10
Bad Day. The old lady next door gestured me to her yard, where a cotton candy machine was hiding in gnarled branches. We spun sugar, counted stars, & laughed at our toes. Later I realized she was me & marveled at the . I anticipated living Bad Day to eccentricity.
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250Fiction (is doing #Sunthing new) Jul 11
Sometimes, our stories have no grand depths, no , no hidden meanings. They’re just miniature celebrations, expressions of emotions that clamour to be given voice. 204
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ADHorror Jul 9
They dared each other to knock on the widow's door. To walk down that dark, overgrown path past the ruined mausoleum to her ancient house. Tom did. " or treat?" The door creaked open "Treat please," she cackled grabbing the boy and yanking him inside.
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