His hands were so huge it covered my mouth and nose, pressing my head down to my bed after he forcefully pushed me on the floor and dropped me on the bed. My effort to…

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“Neophyte writers tend to believe that there is something magical about ideas and that if they can just get a hold of a good one, then their futures are ensured.” — Lynn Abbey “I don’t…

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This poem tells a short story of a girl struggling with depression, suicidal ideation and how she finds redemption. FEAR Darkness has started to leak into her thoughts Images flashing through her head Leaving her…

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Cole fitted the last slab of wood to the floor, and nailed it in. After several hits with his hammer, and was contented with how it looked, he dusted his palms on his pants, and…

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