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| Type | Title | Author | Replies | Last updated |
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| Story | A Jumble [of words] | hippielettuce | 0 | 3 years 9 months ago |
| Story | Judith Wilkinson | hippielettuce | 4 | 3 years 9 months ago |
| Story | Where? | hippielettuce | 0 | 4 years 7 months ago |
| Story | understanding fire | hippielettuce | 1 | 5 years 1 week ago |
| Story | Solemnity in Paradise | hippielettuce | 2 | 5 years 2 months ago |
| Story | The Path of the Black Cat | hippielettuce | 2 | 5 years 6 months ago |
| Story | March/26/2015 | hippielettuce | 3 | 5 years 6 months ago |
| Story | Start | hippielettuce | 1 | 5 years 6 months ago |
| Collection | Every Day | hippielettuce | 0 | 5 years 10 months ago |
| Story | The Big Race | hippielettuce | 0 | 8 years 1 month ago |
| Story | In the Name of Art | hippielettuce | 2 | 8 years 1 month ago |
| Story | Consistence | hippielettuce | 3 | 8 years 7 months ago |
| Collection | Words That Rhyme | hippielettuce | 0 | 9 years 1 week ago |
| Story | I Can't Write | hippielettuce | 4 | 9 years 3 weeks ago |
| Story | Big Red | Richard L. Prov... | 2 | 11 years 3 weeks ago |
| Forum topic | I adore this site. | hippielettuce | 10 | 11 years 3 weeks ago |
| Story | Pork Pies | The Walrus | 8 | 11 years 3 weeks ago |
| Story | This Exploding Girl | maggyvaneijk | 15 | 11 years 3 weeks ago |
| Story | Nostophobia | hippielettuce | 3 | 11 years 3 weeks ago |
| Forum topic | Writer's block is like............ | Ed Crane | 11 | 11 years 3 weeks ago |
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Judith Wilkinson
As I stood, my heart beat in my head and out my ears, in my throat and out my mouth, in my chest and through my pullover. Ronnie, the night nurse, wobbled down the stairs with the aid of the two detectives. Her eyes found mine, so I searched them. Ronnie was terrified. Ronnie was grieving. Ronnie was relieved to see me. She hadn't heard a thing.
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A Jumble [of words]
Fast forward through decades of talking but saying nothing to those who sing along with the expired split, crack, crunch of an autumn leaf without actually having felt it.
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- 327 reads
Where?
That first dawn in New York was a bust Street meter stole her coins, so she fought it. The tourists' widened eyes when she fussed, " How can I write when it's so friggin' chaotic? "
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understanding fire
Red
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Solemnity in Paradise
The lines in my palms glistened a violent crimson, and I realized with hopelessness what had occured. A blissful feeling in the air surpassed my dread, and my eyes shot up to her glowing face in the dark. " You made me do it again. "
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