To the one that broke my heart, It’s been two days, and I wonder if you’re okay. I wonder if you’re in as much pain as I am. I wonder if you think about me as much as I think about you. I wonder if you miss me as much as I miss you. These […]
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This story is one of the April Writing Challenge entries chosen to be a featured story. . The sky above her was pale, empty gray that consumed the daylight like a sponge. It was an old friend of hers. The same gray trailed her like a stranger on a dark street: unwanted and unnerving. It […]
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In a group of friends or among our colleagues, there is always one strong person who does not seem offended by anything you throw at them. It could be a pun spun their way, silly sarcasm, or simply a taunt, and the overall response is a chuckle. How such people remain within the boundary of […]
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When it all comes back, rushing back, bright and grand, leaving me dull and small– I hear wind chimes in the air and bells ringing in my head like a warning that I must hear, desperately filling spaces and voids and the gaps in my heart. My veins flood with despair, like my blood has […]
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I used to be a dancer. I spent twelve years of life dedicating my time to the beautiful art. My nights would be spent in the studio dancing my heart out — doing what I loved best. Dance was my identity, and I embraced that for as long as I could. When I was thirteen […]
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When the darkness slowly surrenders all it has so it can let the sun rise to its mighty height; when the moon kisses the rays of the sun to gently submerge into them: that is what love is. Love is not all kisses and flowers or hashtag goals. Love is not all poetry and beautiful […]
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She’s on the floor crying, sobbing, wishing, doing anything to make the hurt and pain go away. “Come back!” she screams in between sobs. He called her and said he doesn’t love her anymore. She doesn’t understand; how can you just suddenly stop loving someone? And how can you sleep at night knowing that you […]
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He’d spill a novel about how the only time I told him his art was beautiful was when the whites of my eyes were on fire. His wall would be polluted with Pulitzers for every article he’d hurl where I was hungover in the hallway. He’d burn his memoir so he wouldn’t remember how his […]
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A Nelson’s Sparrow is a bird without a flight or fight instinct. A predator could be a breath away and a Nelson’s Sparrow wouldn’t fly away, even when it should. This is important to know. Nelson’s Sparrow flies in front of me. Once upon a time a man held me as a broken bird. […]
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