Freshly Dusted

Update: Hello everyone! You may have noticed that updates have been farther between than normal, but that is because I have been working on a book called The Road to Requiem, for Camp NaNoWriMo this month! I am currently 30,000 words through the story after 23 days of writing it. Because I have been so busy working on this book, I have not been...

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“Say ‘softball!’” Coach Richmond shouts through a clenched grin. For a moment, everyone pauses in their commentary, leaning into each other to flash their pearly whites for the camera. “Softball!” half of us yell. The other half are still snickering about the last joke said. “Geez, it’s easier to catch a home run over the fence than it is to get you all...

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From behind the fairy lights I saw him, twinkling like the stars that graced the night, and I froze where I stood, uncertainty filling every fiber of my being. I longed beyond anything in this world to go to him, to allow him to take me in his arms and spirit me away to a land beyond my own imagining. His voice carried...

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Author's Note: So this is just a cutesy little thing I wrote, and I just hope it puts a smile on your face when you read it. <3 Be sure to comment below and let me know what you think! :D “I didn’t know you knew how to drive,” Sandy teased, poking me in the side. I laid my hands importantly on the...

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Liliana spent the golden haze of her youth playing in the weeds behind the wooden fence, wading out into un-mowed fields to search for balls or other lost playthings. Being an only child, she was often alone and would sing herself to sleep among the wild flowers, or pretend she saw her dreams formed into the white clouds above.One day, another girl peeped...

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~For Miss DennisThe woman cried, feeling the sting of cancer, even through the pain-killers. People clustered around her bedside, gripping her hand tightly between their sweaty palms. They cast fervent prayers Heavenward, hoping that there was a God who would listen, for even with death, comfort came in the thought of an afterlife.As if she knew they were her last words, she beckoned...

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MineHe wanted the baby.She wouldn’t give it up.He grabbed one end, andShe grabbed the other.They pulled.The baby died.The couple used popular mechanicsAnd worked it out the old-fashioned way.Are we much better today?(A/N: Woah! I just found this poem from July 2017, and I used to be much better at poetry than I am today! :O Be sure to let me know what you...

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My victims lay smothered beneath my weight, my personal darkness staining the grey of night. From shadowy corners, I whisper to them, beseeching my targets closer with the call of a lover or the whisper of a good friend. As another foe falls, wretched blood staining the city streets, I crouch and feed, their legs and arms cracking to make room for my...

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