Freshly Dusted

Clarice was the lightning to Fiona's thunder. Fiona was the tornado to Clarice's hurricane. The two were as opposite as they were alike, and those who knew the two of them had declared adamantly that the phrase "opposites attract" had been passed down through the annals of human development expressly to describe Clarice and Fiona.  Parents claimed that the two had been fast...

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Meet the characters: The Teen with too much courage and not enough sense, She's the main character; the story is told from her point of view. She's the one the reader roots for to succeed, and the one That they groan at what her temper leads her to. The Daughter with not enough courage and too much sense, Who is never willing to...

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It’s 46 degrees On Halloween night, And the arching, empty stands Loom down on costumed children. A flapper, A princess, Another stereotyped Harley Quinn. So many things I could be. But instead I came As a dead-beat writer With a red-lined copy Of a broken manuscript. And the costume fits too well for my tastes Unlike the others Which hung too short Or...

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Just another broken hearted hero Looking for a damsel in distress. You're crazier than Nero Falling for that dress. Those bright blue eyes And light blonde hair, Are spinning lies For you everywhere. And you, oblivious, See only what she wants, Not that she is villainous, And has her especial haunts. She's not waiting for her someone: Mister Prince Charming. She's got her...

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"A penny for your thoughts." The young man on the bench did not peer upward in an attempt to make out the other's face. He knew who was there. "Do others exist outside our senses? Do we truly feel beyond our consciousnesses? How would I know if I was just stimuli in a jar?" "Deep thoughts for one so young," the voice returned....

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