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The YouA Poem by miahstrMy clothes reek, it's the smell of coffee and cigarettes. This fabric, these clothes, hold it in like a memory. Imprinted like music on vinyl, they .. |
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GarenA Story by miahstrGaren sat upright, the pitter-patter of rain on his tent was a constant hum in his head. He felt lightheaded; the drink making him feel as if he were .. |
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Both FeetA Poem by miahstrThe dishes are dirty the living room a mess I have church at 8:30 and I’ve barely gotten dressed The kids are running and screaming so plea.. |
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PaperA Poem by miahstrFolding it in two I wait to feel the crease Its edge the starting place For the plane beneath its sheets Folded just right and it'll take flight .. |
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The battle for Dairy FordA Story by miahstrI am reworking some of my writing this is part of a book. Pieces of which I have already posted. There is a limited amount here but I think that this .. |
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ZipperA Story by miahstrI play with the zipper on my jacket, staring blankly and listening to the sound it makes. It's like the sound of a beetle taking flight; A turbulent c.. |
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GhostA Poem by miahstrGhostScreen doors and rubber hoses still have a hold on me. Summertime with poolside silhouettes still make these shadows move. I see you in coffee ca.. |
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#Hell or high waterA Story by miahstrI waddle quickly through the hall, looking much like an oversized duck. My feet curving outward from underneath me; my body trying very much to escape.. |
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Forts from Floor-VentsA Story by miahstrWe used to make forts from floor vents. Their cloth carapace: the sun stars and moon that was my 7 year old bed covers. The sheets billowing out from .. |
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House FysheA Chapter by miahstrEarly morning embraced Jossen as he walked through the dew covered grass. The plumes of smoke from the direction of Horsted castle could be seen in th.. |
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