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A Love Poem to My CraftBy Asche Keegan Regale me with tales of the midnight wanderers,Lost in the depths of a story never told.Enchant me with magics of the utmost ponderers,Burdened with journeys and mysteries of old.Teach me to lose myself in what I write,To catch a melting heart mid-frozen-beat.Allow me to lead you through the night—My voice a guide that gives you...

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A Letter to a FriendBy Asche KeeganVibrant, her flame danced,Twirling and twisting;The water entrancedEnjoyment in listing‘Twixt taming wave and flame.She tried to study other things,Mind set on ocean waves,She watched how blue-green ringsLifted tides into caves,‘Twixt taming wave o’er flame.Yet her flame would dance aboutA distraction gold and fair.She came to me to snuff it out,Her time she could not share‘Twixt taming wave...

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Waiting HereBy Asche KeeganHe sat alone on an abandoned park bench, the first flakes of snow dusting the top of his frozen ice cream cone. Well aware of the askance looks he received from those walking by, he licked away the mint chocolate chip—the one source of color in the otherwise dreary world. He shivered, as was to be expected, and pulled his...

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When They Tell Me to Describe HomeBy Asche KeeganTo an outsider, the beautiful brick house and the rose bushes where I spent my childhood would seem like a blessing and foretelling of an equally beautiful story within. Though the bricks are scuffed and worn and different colors, very few are cracked. The yard is mowed, and three rose bushes grow in front of...

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 Strangled WildflowerBy Asche KeeganA sinister dawn in a foreign place Holds her heart; it cups her face. Dark outlines on the city’s land, Skyscrapers show the corporate hand. There she stands, rising tall against the sun Heartbroken voice calling out for anyone. Cold wind rippling through cropped hair, Nose pink and cheeks red in frozen air. Ruler of all the world below, But...

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StraysBy Asche KeeganMildred had accidentally agreed to sing at the church pageant an hour before. Unlike other notable individuals in the church, she had no particular talents in anything. Her poetry generally fell flat and lifeless, her acting skills were passable but by no means excellent, and her artistic talents left a lot to be desired. However, worst of all was her singing...

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 The Worms Gave Me CancerBy Asche Keegan Author's Note: This was just me messing around with a creative writing assignment! xD Enjoy!Eying the cigarette box in my pocket in distaste, the doctor informed me it would only be a routine checkup—nothing more than a casual vitals test, an uncomfortable examination, and a brief nasal scan. I’ve seen this all before of course; they...

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Disclaimer: This is not my own work, but rather a close-imitation writing exercise based on Jamaica Kincaid's short story, "Girl." The purpose of the exercise is to mimic the writing style of another author and simply replace key words and phrases with your own! I did this for my creative writing class - which I love - and liked it enough to share it...

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