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As I sat in my little corner at the coffee shop, spectating the colorful current on the streets, I began to wonder what the world would be like if ped..
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am. Barely awake to the orange rays streaming through plastic blinds, I lie
still for another half hour, staring but unseeing, swaddled by thick b..
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Over and under, the dandelions flew
Racing the wind, which blew
Against you, who followed their dance
And led you to prance, into
A bed of two lip..
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Could've, would've, should've
Were once her favorite words.
Left the trash she could have
In the bin she would have,
But on the streets where she ..
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A story I wrote for a national writing competition hosted by a college in Texas. The theme was "More Than Words."
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Midnight musings of yours truly...
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Cold wind howled against the trees, biting into the pale face of Warren Hughes. With his heightened senses, he could hear almost everything-- the tiny..
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A person is born breathing the first breathe of life.
One, there is the beginning. There is always a beginning.
The first minute of the day, the fir..
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May 23, 2016
A bright light flashed suddenly against the dark walls of the room. It was empty, save for the short, stout man who sat patiently acro..
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