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The Older I Get, The Less I Know. Turning 25. Love. Dear Abby. A Fairytale, Brothers Grimm Style. A Little Sarcasm. Some Humor. A Reference to James Joyce. All In All, I Hope An Interesting Read. I Think That Sums It Up.

Caution: In a piece to make James Joyce proud, I’ve realized that the older I get, the less I know.  And because it’s 2:56AM and my head is killing me and I really need to go to bed right now, … Continue reading

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Fool

She had always known she was a fool.  She had come to recognize her tendency to leap before looking.  She was impulsive, and she did what she felt.  And when she felt differently, she did differently.  She acted in the … Continue reading

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Unexpected

Unexpected She wasn’t expecting him.  She had given that up long before.  She had stopped hoping to see a text, a missed call, a note, a letter, an email—any sign he still existed in a world apart from hers.  She … Continue reading

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Momentum

Momentum She was impulsive, and impatient, and when something was broken, she wanted to fix it.  Immediately.  She couldn’t forget, she couldn’t ignore.  It sat in the back of her mind, overshadowing every other thought, and weighed on her heart … Continue reading

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What They Won’t Say

What They Won’t Say “Write if you please. Sincerely, Jonathan.” She stared at the crumpled piece of paper that had arrived in the water-logged envelope. His messy writing stared back at her. The stationary and envelope must have both soaked … Continue reading

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Once Was Love

She sat in the uptown apartment, head in her hands.  The dark leather of the couch was cold against her bare legs, and goosebumps rose on her arms in the air-conditioned room.  It was too cold; it was always too … Continue reading

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This Was The End

This Was The End 1914 It was a strange feeling—to look upon a loved one and watch as he slowly and painfully slipped away. A hopeless, empty, tight feeling. A feeling she would hate to remember but could never forget. … Continue reading

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Cut, and Cut Again

Cut, and Cut Again The basement was cold. Loud.  Lit by the fluorescent lights that highlighted her pink cheeks and drunk eyes.  She hadn’t wanted to come, hadn’t planned to stay.  She had told him she’d be back in an … Continue reading

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First Love

*If the former were right, could a heart heal so completely to again love so naively?  And if it were the latter, if it had been some special connection, could she find that again?* First Love He pulled the truck … Continue reading

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Moonlit Affair

Fall 2005 – High School Creative Writing Class Inspired by Octavio Paz “My Life With The Wave” http://www.hostosdesign.com/sun%20and%20stone%20shadows/1_MyLifeWithTheWave.pdf Moonlit Affair             I met him in late summer, before the seasons turned. He did not visit long. The warm sun still … Continue reading

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