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Grandpa’s Dying Gift
By the time she was nine, Chloe was well on her way to becoming a really, really spoiled brat. As an only child, she got her way with almost everything. Her parents doted on her like crazy and indulged her every whim, being firm subscribers to the belief that she would eventually grow out of her selfish streak. They railroaded over well-meaning objections from her cousins, uncles, aunts and other relatives and persisted in allowing Chloe to live out her childhood unfettered in every way. There was time enough, they felt strongly, for her to face up to the inherent meanness of the real world.
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Mapping Hell
hell is a dank, dark basement apartment once a home for two but now only housing one who perpetually breathes in mildew while learning the meaning of the phrase 'crawling with bugs' as he sits alone on a queen sized bed
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Old Photographs
A ghost of a smile Graced my lips, Gazing at old faded photos of us I missed, Younger days have gone so fast. Truly good times never last.
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2027
The invasion happened 40 years ago, in 2027. Big, oval-shaped metal ships appeared out of the sky. It’s hard for anyone to think that on that day, millions of lives disappeared. The aliens came in their large spacecrafts with protruding metal legs, and walked around our town in Aberdeen.
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Without Censorship
There is so much within her, she deems unspeakable. A restlessness, long muted, vibrating undercurrents beneath her skin.
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Hawaiʻi – School Bus Snapshots
Ho brah, your breath is haunas, dawg. Ever heard of one tooth brush? Da ting smell so crip, garans gon make somebody make. Not even. Not as hauna as your body odor, k. Now das pilau. YOU ever heard of going bocha?
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Photocrowd
Two things: 2 iron nails run in smoke. Frosty morning sunshine Overexposed B&W: at Loe Bar Red: Red Alley Sunset
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Her Mother’s Advice
Her mother told her when she was young – Be the kind of woman who can keep a family united. A woman who guards and protects fragile relationships, who cushions each family bond, so they don’t break.
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Shadows of Misery
Sitting in the shadows of misery Unraveling imprisoned dreams Wishing I can set them free to the sky Wishing I gave them my wings, make them fly
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Egyptian Woman
I am an Egyptian woman I mean, I am an exhausted woman I spend my night in enjoyment till the morning watching fantasy movies that I do not afford living and my day passes through many ordinary tasks that no one counts.
