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A Story by K.
I stared at you, my chin rested on my hand, a soft smile set on my face; you stared back. This was a weird time, and even though we both knew it, we n..
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A Story by K.
The moon slips through the skylight, brightening the dark room, casting shadows on the downcast faces. Only one stares up at the moon, at the stars. S..
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A Story by K.
The quiet drone of that song reminded me of your voice today. Your fingers drew shapes on my shoulder and we whispered jokes in each others ears. That..
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A Story by K.
A gun pops, a man falls, bullet to his chest, down into the high grass. Guns pop, more men fall. Wounds, bloody bandages, moans. A dusty, red battlef..
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A Poem by K.
Mid-October.Slight breeze.Overcast; dull; quiet.Occasional man walking from work or teenager on their phone.The leaves are falling.Quiet.Quiet.Quiet.W..
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A Poem by K.
Everyone has a story.Some with more meaning,Some with less; rags to riches or beat up old boxes,Stories of love loss care and compa..
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A Story by K.
The thunder rolls and lightning cracks across the sky, the shadows of trees outside the window falling across the wall. She stares at the falling rain..
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A Poem by K.
Through the eyes of a child, all is well,all is right, all is big,all is the right-now, and all is new and curious, but not all is kind. Through the..
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A Story by K.
His trembling fingers touch my face, cold but desperate. I feel his heartbeat drum hard in his chest; I hold the warmth of his body close to mine. Go..
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A Story by K.
NOTE: MATURE-ISH AUDIENCE
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