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Kalah McLaughlin Jul 14
The boy with sapphires for eyes hid his features behind books, drinking in life from other worlds. She loved him from afar until years later she saw the boy as a man tending bar. He poured her favorite before she ordered and said, “I’ve spent my whole life reading you.”
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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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Liv Matthews (July vss365 host) Jul 15
‘Imagination is the only weapon in the war against reality’ Lewis Carroll 16th July DELVE
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Neil Clark Jul 14
"I want to be an Earth child," said the alien who abducted the boy. They swapped lives: UFO for bike. Nobody told the alien Earth children grow up. Some grow up sad, always staring at the sky. Contemplating former lives. Writing about what's watching from the stars.
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Liv Matthews (July vss365 host) Jul 15
He’s left her at the aisle. She sits in her dress. Arms are around her, kind words whispered in her ears, tears cried for her. A torrent of love, tidal. But she wishes they’d all go away because she wants to laugh with relief but that wouldn’t do in front of his mother.
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Deborah Wynne Jul 16
She was his perfect woman. Silvery blue moon eyes, wispy silk hair, peony pink lips. He hadn’t into his desires yet. It was too soon. He’d waited a lifetime for her; he was patient. He shut & locked the door, put the key in his pocket. She wouldn’t scream forever.
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Liv Matthews (July vss365 host) Jul 16
‘I wrote the story myself. It’s about a girl who lost her reputation and never missed it’ Mae West 17th July REPUTATION
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Izzie Jul 16
Feed me with words So I can nourish my soul Let communication Human interaction Be our goal Give me something Even if a crumb I am lonely My heart numb Let's into conversation About anything at all I need a friend Before I break or bend Please, I beg Help me mend
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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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Shauna Jul 13
“Well, aren’t you just precious? Girls, isn’t she precious?” “Thanks. You all remind me of my grandma.” “Have more tea, dear.” “Uhm, it’s making me so sleepy.” “Maybe a snack would help. Irma’s about to make finger...sandwiches.” “That...sounds so...” “It’s time, Irma.”
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tuttysan Jul 16
There's color under your facade of monotone brown. A celeste sky juggles clouds above your carmine house. Your eyes are bottle green, and your lips, carrot. Your mind, I cannot see. Its ludic tone is profound. I won't into its trenches, for I can easily drown.
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Kelvin Rodrigues Jul 10
“Food fight.” “Did... did you just throw a doughnut, Haskins?” “I’m bored, just a laugh, sir.” “Well, have a tea cake.” “Ha! Missed.” “I won’t miss with this one.” “Don’t sir, don’t throw that one.” “What? Why not?” “Sir, hell hath no like a woman scone-d.”
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Liv Matthews (July vss365 host) Jul 10
Guys! You seen this in Writing Magazine in the UK? This mag is big here, I subscribe to it. Go writers! You are KNOWN!
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Deborah Wynne Jul 13
It’s a good omen when swallows murmur. They appear as pixelated smoke against coral & eggplant skies. Swooping & swirling in precise maneuvers, they create an auspicious whoosh of gifts. When feathered corpses are found one morn, it’s certain evil has arrived.
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Kevin Sand 22h
Unlikely the change Unlikely the salvation Unlikely the survival Unlikely the wisdom Unlikely the cessation Likely then, the end.
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DeRicki Johnson Jul 15
into A crevice Where All my darkness Dwelled In it was Everything I used To raise some Hell Tried to fill it With cement— That was One Big Fail Think I pissed The landlord off, Some horned guy With a tail He repo’d All my darkest sins Now They’re up for sale
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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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Liv Matthews (July vss365 host) 22h
It's unlikey, the doctor says, that she'll regain consciousness. I look down at her, at my wife who's paler than the white sheets, almost blue. I'm sorry, he says, reaches for me and then he leaves. I'm alone. We're alone. I go online, rate 5/5 stars for the assassin.
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DeRicki Johnson Jul 12
I’m trapped In the beehive Of a failed Society My soul Longing For the chance That I be free I am used Mechanically A cog In soulless gears To season Rich men’s Gruel of greed With my salty tears
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M.C.D. 19h
I draw the eyes the nose The lips a smile The head the shoulders The torso the limbs I give him a soul A guitar Make him a singer of song & verse With a touch of my paint brush & a kiss He does come to life The magic begins Unlikely yet the beauty of imagination lives
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