Freshly Dusted

Wow, yet another 3am upload! I'm getting better and better at writing late into the night. I would like to point out that while the character uses a common pseudonym of mine, she does not represent me, my actions, or my ideals.That said, enjoy the story. :)   I’m dancing to music I can’t hear. The guy in my arms is awkward, stumbling over...

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We lie outside and listenTo these Texas summer nights. Hand in hand our hearts wanderTo the red and gold of fading lights. Crickets chirp their mating callsOrchestrating the music of the heat. Caterpillar weeds shake their headsAnd wild daisies dance to the beat. A streetlight buzzes in the dusk, andWhen a warm breeze whips humid air And mosquitoes across our cheeks,We still lie there.His hand creeps towards my...

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When you’re in love, everything feels like the first time. The sky feels awake and the sun seems to be shining just for you, and you’re happy all the time. Everything seems to thrive just for you. You find the light in everything, and you understand perfectly how the great poets must have felt when they wrote those stupid clichés. When you say “I...

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Author's Note: This is my 100th blog post--it feels like quite a milestone to have come this far in my writing in the past two years. Fiction and writing is a path of constant growth, and it is one I am excited to be traversing. I thought about saving this for something special, but perhaps there is something special in even the most...

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Dear LightWind,You were right. As much as I hate to admit it, you were right, and I made a huge mistake. I acted out of fear, hurting both myself and you because I could not come to terms with my past nor my emotions. The thing is, I can’t close my eyes without thinking about you, I look forward to your messages every day,...

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It’s so easy to think you are alone. A friend ignores you, or your relative avoids you. You walk alone in the middle of the night, swigging down root beer because you are too young to drink, and you wander through fairy-light fields. People gather, laughing and eating and you can see them smiling even through the masks. Music plays, and you cry,...

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