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Microstory 198: (Callsign ‘Operator’)A Story by Nick FishermanThis is an experimental Bellevue Profile microstory. The introduction can be found in Microstory 101. More to follow. |
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BridelopeA Chapter by Nick FishermanIt took a month or two...or fifteen, along with several free Round One therapy sessions, but Horace and Ulinthra were able to change their ways. They .. |
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Sign LanguageA Poem by PoseidonRelationships and rough patches. |
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Morning RoutineA Poem by AliasOut of bed, I watch myself in the mirror. From the corner of my eye I observe every step.It is not vanity that makes me look, though many thin.. |
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Microstory 214: XenautopsyA Story by Nick FishermanThis is a microstory. You'll have to read it to find out what it's about. |
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NakedA Poem by SWANNAs I crawled from under the sheets naked, Dancing the songs of paradise I was wondering what it was like, .. |
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Cartographic SymphonyA Poem by transentienceSee authors note |
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YouA Poem by Emma ClaireMost couples think of where they want to go together what the want to do together what they want to see together… Just as w.. |
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DEATH BY THE FINGERA Poem by AmiraIzzy'Death by the finger' is an experimental poem that explores what it is like to live with an eating disorder. |
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soft body, hard heartA Poem by wolfshrewThe people who tell you that you have a soft body are the same ones that'll harden your heart.Romance is for distraught wanderers who have failed to.. |
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feruleA Poem by wolfshrewI'm always chilled and trembling till the coffee warms me up, chug it so hot tillI take my clothes off.Black and bitter, it hits my tongue, soft and .. |
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The Cricket's CryA Poem by AnnaGolden dew from the sun on the leaves,her forest bloomed so beautiful in the morn.A sacred force inside the twisting black branches,her animation of l.. |
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A Promise.A Story by yellowI am made of flesh and blood. Making myself into metaphors is only hurting me in the end, maybe that's why I do it. Who f*****g cares. |
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In Another BodyA Poem by Jamie StarlightWaking up in a new panorama Everything is astray I don’t feel my body, it’s not mine Wait I’m not the one getting up .. |
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A reminisce about the past.A Story by A.RenaeShe was an insecure, brace-faced, curvy girl stuck in a school full of too- tan, baby -tee wearing, Paris- Hilton- wannabes that consistently reminded.. |
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self confidenceA Poem by Sarah Alexandermy body is holy. call me a cathedral, the bones it was built on worthy of of sainthood. open up my gates and you will feel the presence of divinity... |
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