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Creative Writing Original Fiction Prose

Burning Gold

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“How can something be both bright and dark at the same time?” she asked, as the ship got closer to the land on the horizon.

He said, “It’s like I told you. Poets like to think that Ardent is a golden nation. They never get close enough to see that it’s burning.”

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Creative Writing Original Fiction Poetry

100 Brushes

A hundred brushes
before bedtime – and what to
do in the meantime?

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Creative Writing Original Fiction Prose

Won Over

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Winona found her doppelganger speaking with her in unison. Everything she said, the other her said as well. She went quiet, not wishing to force words into the doppelganger’s mouth. But then the doppelganger spoke, and Winona did too.

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Creative Writing Original Fiction Prose

Foxgloves

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Creative Writing Original Fiction Poetry

Either Way

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Feeling
existential
dread: a deeper fear than
ever before. Could go one of
two ways.

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Creative Writing Original Fiction Prose

The Story of a Life

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Two trees stood: one was cut down, the other was left. When the first had been mulched into paper onto which a novel had been printed, the second asked me if it could read the story its sibling had died to bring to life. Who was I to refuse?

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Creative Writing Original Fiction Prose

The Office Cabinet

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Creative Writing Original Fiction Prose

No Way to Live

Courtney went on trips just to enjoy the journey. She’d go until she ran out of money then work ‘til she could set off again. People told her it was no way to live, but she hadn’t died yet.

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Creative Writing Original Fiction Poetry

A Day With No Breeze

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I was too
empty for words
that would never
fill me up, for
sentiments so hollow
you could play
tunes on them, for
platitudes too weak
to survive the trip from
your mouth to my ears on
a day with no breeze.

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Creative Writing Original Fiction Poetry

Pocket

I put a note in
the pocket of your leather
jacket: that I would
never stop loving you, and
you would never forget me