Category: writing
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contorted giants [story]
You are an adventure-seeker. You have always been one to venture far on trips longer than the daylight stretches, coming back home with stories and treasures each time. Some outings, you see great creatures towering with heads high up a hundred times as you are tall, and on others, you find some even smaller in…
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because aren’t those all the same thing? [poem]
To know me you must knowwhat brings me joy.To know meyou must know what makes my clock tick, what fuels my engine, what makes me happy. Something that brings me the most joy is the power ofsoundand rhythmand what they can be used for. Even thatpause, only shown by the breaking of paragraphs, can change…
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a mango-shaped space [book review]
Description: This book is told in first person from 13-year-old Mia Winchell’s point of view, and mostly focuses on her experiences with her synesthesia and the way it impacts and even causes challenges in her life. From the beginning, I had high hopes for this book. The title was intriguing, the introduction immediately caught my…
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talent [story]
“Ha ha,” said the monkey to the fish. “This strange-looking monkey cannot climb a tree.” “I do not judge you for your lack of gills,” said the fish glumly, “for you are a monkey. Please see that I am a fish!” “Ha ha,” said the monkey to the fish. “This fish is inferior to monkeys…
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⏱ shakedown, step four [story]
His hands shooks as he tried to untie it. He was just starting to regret having put so many safety locks on the box. The thought of an overenthusiastic colleague messing with the contents was much more bearable than the weight of the guilt that would be crushing him if he couldn’t get the box…
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us [poem]
i live in a place that i call homenot a physical place, but still a world to roamtoo much that i’ve hoarded and kept out of fearalways, automatically, like a turning gear the tour begins in a dark grayish spaceinto enternity, lighter gray grid lines raceyellow cockpit in the centerinto the ever-expanding row of chairs…
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a paranoid at school [poem]
crackas night settles in and evening goes to sleep. the church bells ring nine times. the phone rings twenty times. neither of the calls are answered. onlythe birds cackle in the background. the investigator walks into the house. four family members were reported by the next-door neighborsbut only three bodies are found.no one is left…
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✧ 5 little monkeys [essay]
(read below like a research paper, formally and seriously) “5 Little Monkeys” is a classic nursery rhyme, one that many will recognize easily. Though the most common interpretation is that it teaches children about counting and consequences, this paper presents a different view on the meaning of the story — one that centers around child…
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☾ nice to meet you [story]
With the chill of the air comes a shiver, not caused by the cold but instead by the prickling sensation of someone watching. The museum should be empty, as Rhyme has checked many times, but the feeling persists. Then, she sees the familiar silhouette. Core. Or at least, that’s what they all call her. The…
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𓌏 the kitchen [story]
It was on a warm day in late spring that a pickup truck drove up to the back of the restaurant. A man leapt fluidly out of the doorway and down the three stone steps to greet the slow crunching of large tires on gravelly concrete. The driver parked finally and opened the door, stepping…
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☆ her funeral [story]
As far as I could remember, this was the only funeral I had been at in my entire life — my grandmother Rhéa’s funeral, which took place too early in the day for my liking. It wasn’t a normal funeral, too. That much was obvious. I knew from reading books that most funerals were slow…