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Hellcat LoveA Poem by Summer EmswilerFor the love of my life. |
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Dear Ms. Keith,A Poem by Summer Emswilerfor my high school art teacher. |
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April 13th 2021A Story by penhiveThese are a collection of Micro Fiction |
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April 16th 2021A Story by penhiveIt is an autobiographical fiction |
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April 17th 2021A Story by penhiveIt is a collection of Micro-Fiction |
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Jumbled WordsA Story by penhiveThis is very very short fiction |
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April 18th 2021A Story by penhiveThese are a collection of idiomatic gables. |
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April 19th 2021A Story by penhiveThis is a collection of Micro-Fiction. |
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Assorted TalesA Story by penhiveThis is a collection of Micro-Fiction |
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April 20th 2021A Story by penhiveThis is a collection of Micro-Fiction |
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White Noise.A Poem by Chelsea.The only sound The white noise Of the wall’s conversation with the curtains The carpet letting out a sigh Hope something- somebody Steps on.. |
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Ode to PixiuA Poem by penhivePixiu is a Chinese Mythical Beast of Good fortune and Luck. |
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Lady LonesomeA Poem by The Things She NotedLife may just be dreadfully lonelyWith moments of communityThat leave me bitterAching for something greaterSomeone greaterThat I may not knowLife may .. |
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Tuscan TiradeA Poem by The Things She NotedUnder the Tuscan sunDripping peachesWet and stickyFingers stuck to my pagesPaper cuts on summer daysBlood dripping down my fingerPeach fuzz painted re.. |
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Coughing CinnamonA Poem by The Things She NotedHe’s sweet like cinnamonJust as bitterHard to swallowHold him in my mouthChoke him outThe dust of the barkToo heavy to float to the topSinking i.. |
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Last Stop - Part 1A Story by Laz K.“Halt!” The guards at the gate spoke in perfect synchronicity. The man obeyed the soldiers’ command, and brought the heavy c.. |
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Taunting ThoughtsA Poem by The Things She NotedThe airplanes close to my homeCircling my neighbourhoodTauntingSelf deprivation is only a depravity for so longPitifulAnd then I thoughtHow life was i.. |
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Romanticizing RedA Poem by The Things She NotedRed eyesBut not romanticNot the showings of a sleep deprived womanWhat was she thinking aboutWhat kept her upRed from rubbingAnd pullingAnd wipingRed .. |
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24 and There's so Much MoreA Poem by The Things She NotedThe first writing of my 24th year |
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