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A Story by K.
I jumble the keys around the ring frantically as I hear the footsteps echo loudly through the long corridor. If I were to be caught, I would absolute..
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A Story by K.
Clouds float across the sky, forming shapes and animals in your eyes, and you laugh. I smile as you look up at the sky, squinting against the sun, ca..
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A Poem by K.
one more night in the quiet, in solitude,alone. one more night in the light of a flickering flame,in solitude, alone. one more night sitting at the ta..
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A Story by K.
She pulled at the fraying ends of the carpet, sitting cross-legged, staring at the wall. The cracks on the wall looked like little tributaries, branch..
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A Story by K.
Sightless birds. Sightless and flightless birds. He shot another one down from the whistling tree. What did it mean to be dead, he pondered, the dark ..
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A Story by K.
The wind was blowing in from the north, bringing a chill to her face and memories of old activities. She waited for him to say something as they stood..
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A Story by K.
The Lost Generation/Wasted Youth relates to the young men drafted into the First World War.
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A Story by K.
Bright, licking flames. Then black. Death is a peculiar thing, but living is even stranger. I think of how he stood there while the flames engulfe..
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