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Empty suits on a train.
White dress nestled among them,
Hanging by fleshy appendage rather than wire.
Eye grabs eye for short moment,
Red lips purse into an upward corner.
White teeth flash and thick brow raises in response.
Man forms in favored suit.
Newly created mind floats through possibilities;
Skin brushes against skin,
Soft word spoken into flattered ear,
Trip taken on road without destination,
Arm embraces waist beneath starry sky.
Foot steps forward confidently then hesitates.
Coy smile disappears inside disappointed frown.
Metal screeches against metal with high pitched squeal.
Dress floats out …
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I was talking to an old friend recently. She was in love with this boy. Hearing her talk about him, he seemed like a cool guy. One of those people you’d like to be friends with. She talked about how he said all these things that at the time she didn’t understand and could only appreciate later.
She was outside with him.
The sky was beautiful. It was the type of sky that only comes around every once in a while. When …
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Blankets thrown on a couch
lumps stir beneath
a foot here, an elbow there
giggles and shouts
“You’re tickling me!”
“Get your foot out of my mouth!”
A bright red face emerges out into the open,
To gasp for air before diving back beneath the layers.
Knees and foreheads bump together.
Love is weird
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I see you little girl,
Shrinking away from bright smiles and warm embraces.
The glint of suspicion in your eyes.
A pad of paper and pencil clutched to your breast.
A portal to imaginary friends,
the only kind to be trusted.
I know why you are afraid.
The sins of the father unjustly forced upon the daughter.
Will this cycle ever end?
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EDIT: I feel a lot better now. I called up some friends and checked up on them. This feeling like all things passes in time and can be waylaid by showing a little initiative.
I feel lonely.
My roommate is laying down on the lower bunk beneath mine. He’s on his computer reading. We stopped connecting a long time ago. We’re just too different. An invisible Berlin Wall runs through the middle of our room, keeping us from speaking to each other. …
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I killed Peter Pan.
It had to be done.
His elfish charms waylaid me from my task for far too long.
For a time he seemed to make me fly.
It was magical.
I soared above the clouds, flying loop-de-loops and figure eights.
Then something happened.
My strength began to drain.
His weight pulled me towards the waves, threatening to engulf me.
I looked down into his frightened eyes.
He knew what was to be done.
Without pity I cut the rope binding him to me, hurling his helpless body into …
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This is what I have done so far on my short story that I’m working on. It’s kind of aimless and was really more of an excercise to get me writing again, but I hope to finish it also. The general consensus seems to be that I could add some more characterization into it. I’m hoping that I’ll be able to have accomplished that goal once it’s finished. Tell me what you think and don’t worry about hurting my feelings, …