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Piece 8 A rejoinder

8 is the greatest number

January 17th, 2020 by mjs6411
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He had lost his watch a while ago. Vision, the thinning of the sidewalks in gray cement, the arboreal checkered atmosphere and a musk of thick emittants from cheap Chinese engines. The thinning of vision, as if to say, I’m not even here. He had escaped the land the girl and the beloved people all in one foul swoop, but who knew a plane ride could be so
torturous. He strolled though his apartment, laden with a thick cushion in every step, on the soul of the foot, on the palms as well. Without eating, and only drinking, he could feel his heart pound, as soon he broke out in sweats, and vomiting. No one knew quite how he felt. He had broken in such timing, and it would never be forgotten, the mark he made on the...
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An irishman

May be inappropriate

January 16th, 2020 by mjs6411
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He snuck cocaine in like a thief. He practically was one. His only addiction was cocaine and marijuana, but little did that matter to the lying world. The stupid writer had screwed Irish women, and besides his friend was a writer and not quite as good, so he flashed his way into intercourse with his ex girlfriend. Everyone I know has read about the alpha
complex. It’s one guy on top and never 10 percent, and that’s where they get you. They say you can use steroids and expand the size of your wrists, but they don’t grow unless you go to a special store. He visited that store many times and often passerbyiersin 30’s era fashion often remarked that he was toughest, and eldest fawned upon the brutal ...
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THE FINAL CHAPTER

sometimes its hard to face the truth

January 16th, 2020 by Youssef EL HILALI
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16th january 2020

to the person that i loved the most ! to the person that i gave myself for him ! to the person that i gave him all i had !
to the person that i kept thinking about him all the day and night long ! to the ,person that i saw him in a different image !
To the person that was ready to gave anything for him ! to the person
that i wanted him as a part of my future ! to the person that i gave up everything for him !
My time ! my studies ! my secrets ! my life and finally and the most important thing .. My heart ! to the person that i couldnt stop thinking about even in exams ! even in my grandfather's funeral !
to the ghost that warmed my bed in night when i remembered her smi...
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A FINAL CHAPTER

SOMETIMES ITS HARD TO FACE THE UGLY TRUTH

January 16th, 2020 by Youssef EL HILALI
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16th january 2020

to the person that i loved the most ! to the person that i gave myself for him ! to the person that i gave him all i had !
to the person that i kept thinking about him all the day and night long ! to the ,person that i saw him in a different image !
To the person that was ready to gave anything for him ! to the person
that i wanted him as a part of my future ! to the person that i gave up everything for him !
My time ! my studies ! my secrets ! my life and finally and the most important thing .. My heart ! to the person that i couldnt stop thinking about even in exams ! even in my grandfather's funeral !
to the ghost that warmed my bed in night when i remembered her smi...
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Piece 6- a writer and an actress

An actress plots against her infamous ex

January 15th, 2020 by mjs6411
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The two sat down the following morning over a cup of coffee. The musician perked up. Asking what he had heard about the actress. The writer replied… She’s in a new movie, and that she was no longer struggling and the likes of which she was dating a new guy. The musician almost puked instantaneously shaking as he gathered himself. the writer was a
strangely apathetic to him and could feel his love slipping down the drain towards a lesser thought, and one of a strange depression. “who is he”? was the first question that arose to through the struggling musicians mind. The musician suddenly picked up and his eyes became furtive once more erratically behaving as paranoid as he measured up the nearby guests a...
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Eden Virus

Chapter 0

January 12th, 2020 by JTaKeo
JTaKeo
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"Somebody please help!!"

I ran as fast as I could. My clothes were torn, and blood was dripping from my left leg. Every step brought a sharp pain and I was struggling for air. My lungs were burning, and my heart was beating so rapidly it felt like it was about to explode at any moment. Yet I ran. The monsters’ growling can still be heard from behind me,
getting closer and closer by the second. Foolishly, I looked back and caught a glimpse of them; four…five…maybe more as they continue to appear from the shadows. Like a pack of wild animals yet they were deformed and contorted to the shape of something vaguely human, their mouths brandishing dagger like fangs and their sickening silvery skin looked as i...
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Reverse Japan

A monkey with an anthropologist

January 12th, 2020 by mjs6411
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The young musician treaded softly under the dark night sky. Why exactly? Perhaps he was different, perhaps he lived a shorter life. He stood complacent with the world of course, this was china and no exception could be made. The greatest of all lands and the birthplace of civilization. For he believed it was, and not Africa and disregarded the facts of the
prominent and even slightly non prominent anthropologists as Africa as the birthplace of civilization. “she knows every move you make” said the writer tossing an article about her. He pierced his eyes with a stunning recollection of facts. She was wearing a light blue dress but with a shine and mostly covered. On her neck a golden sleek necklace as she gl...
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may or may not be about an ex

Piece #4

January 11th, 2020 by mjs6411
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A beautiful and arboreal campus that lay somewhere in upper east corner of the United States. Fall as the two-walked side by side. Spring as they walked apart. The two could never compete with the world, for when they were together the world tore itself apart in beauty. There wasn’t a word spoken between the two that day that didn’t ascertain to the
greater extents of ones mind in secrecy and devoid of fact, and only emotion. The world could agree to their harmonies and only few knew, that they were to live two contradicting lives. The sun marveled overhead. Laden with 90’s punk rock, this wasn’t a dream, or a foretelling of a prophecy, or a merry existence, it wasn’t a rock star, it wasn’t a devian...
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The story of izaic the skull bearer

a story of a boy who became a monster

January 5th, 2020 by bluejay
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Hey my name is Izaic Blackheart I was a normal kid at first until that one day. Yeah I know this sounds stupid but here is my story.

So I was sitting in my bed with a knife in my hand wondering why I was still alive. My girlfriend had just called me and I went off on her for something she said and it hurts every time I yell at her but I don't know how to
stop it. I just wish people would have noticed me. As my mind swam through thoughts I made a decision that would change who I am but I didn't know that I only thought it would make things easier. *laughs* boy was I wrong *laughs more* (silver: stop laughing). Oh yeah, my friend silver is here to help but back to the story. I made the choice to end everything...
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The kid and two men

The kid and two men

January 3rd, 2020 by Jbarratta
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The Kid and Two Men
I peeked through the curtains. There was a limo parked outside with two bodyguards. I heard a knock at the door. I ran into my moms room, into her closet and sat right inside the clothes that were as soft as my dog. I sat there for five minutes, no noises. I was hoping that I could wait till my mom gets home. Just when I thought
everything was fine I heard the front door. It was getting broken down. I hear at least two men talking back and forth to each other. I know that it was a limo outside, but something gave me a feeling that something was up outside of my house and something is up. I hear them speaking but can’t hear what they are saying. Then, I start to hear these two men start t...
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Michael Sibilia

Piece #3

January 2nd, 2020 by mjs6411
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A jaunty demeanor could ascribe to the settings of a various ways. Sweden was a constant flashback. Japan was a one-day layover, and China was home, before his gifted return to the states. He remembered how her eyes glistened, and how dangerous a smile could be. Like a demurred and scared insolence (somewhat irritable and angry but rather diffident), he felt
his shoulders shrug as everyone welcomed him back into their lives. The rumor cited, Nicholas was back, and the book was published by the writer’s family after the great writers passing. It ascribed to a various notions of the life of the gifted musician, in it, never ascribing to the fate of the girl, untied. But he wished he was in Japan, he even wished...
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Michael Sibilia

Piece #2

January 2nd, 2020 by mjs6411
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The wasn’t much complaining to be done. In the thickest of minds and of that of sensory images the two fell apart. They could, and should, in most minds never be together. For she was northern and he was southern, and what good would that bring the world? The uncertainty of the weather, the uncertainty of life itself, the uncertainty of hormones and the
uncertainty of provoking sexual desires from the weather. In a pique of self-related catastrophe it was that the two had met, and that the setting was far more liberal than maybe one should be. Perhaps it was the setting itself, maybe it stood for good, or greed in good, or maybe just maybe the explicit place had an honor, and she provoked a mistrust from vari...
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My Moms a Thief

My Moms a Thief

January 2nd, 2020 by Will Pedicano
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we couldn't pay for the lacrosse camp Will wanted to do,” My mom says sorrowfully.
“Yes. But it doesn't mean you have to steal money from someone. It's not the right thing to do” My dad says.
“Yes, I know. It won't happen again, Will. I don't want to be a bad role model for you I should've known better.”
“It's ok. Just next time let's think
before we do stuff.” I said. While we finish dinner everything is back to normal. We have normal conversations on how our week went and then after my family and I watched stranger things while eating mint chocolate chip ice cream on the couch.
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Michael Sibilia

Piece #1

January 2nd, 2020 by mjs6411
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The solidity of architecture that surrounded him, and as his eyes met the buildings through the aperture through the window, he felt an inspiration for creativity. He wanted to recreate his songs under the very guise of the architecture, and that it was there to aid him as he leaned over his guitar glancing at song structures written in tidy notes. He was
as fastidious in writing music as he was at anything else in life, and he knew he had made it, someday he thought they’ll see the architecture in how I see it, the very inspiration behind the album will bring a imperceptible characteristic to my music, in which no other musician will acquire, for it was too prudent, too careful, and much less vain than any...
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When She Left

All it takes is one life

December 25th, 2019 by summer_woods
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I opened her door.

'Grandma?'

She said nothing like she used to say before. Her face muffled with tranquility, devoid of every sorrow and pain. She was sitting with her eyes closed and her numb fingers and frozen body peacefully lying on her favorite rocking-chair.

This time she did not smile seeing my face, her short willowy hands did not move
forward to embrace me. Her lips opened apart. She won't tell me stories anymore, and will never dance on my side.
She left, taking her smile, my laughter, her sorrows, my pain. Which will never return.

'Gran...'

I blinked.

And a drop of water fell from the corners of my eyes.

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MY BOXING STORY

boxiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing

December 17th, 2019 by randomreader
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(Ush I said releasing my energy into my punch all I could think of was my punches one-two. One two one one one two two one. Whack punch hook up cut ill win.) “Ok,” Ni’zell said tapping my shoulder. “I should be able to come to boxing tonight”. Ok. I said. Just be sure your coming because tonight is my fight. Im up against… El loco diablo. (For
those of you who don’t know Spanish that means the crazy devil.) “Oh no, you mean Antouan.?” Yes. I said. Yes, I do. And I guaranty im probably gonna get me but kicked. But I can at least try. “True”. Said Ni’zell. “But ill be there the whole time so… you won’t really need luck”. *SUCKS TEETH*. Man, your crazy Ni’zell. I’ll see you at t...
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