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Self:
"hey!"
Mirror:
"hey!"
Self:
"how's it going?"
Mirror:
"nah..not much really especially if you're stuck in this wall and hey I should ask you the same thing...how's it going?"
Self:
"nah not much really.,,same thing as...
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Every day people talk about how nobody has any common sense
or how they are tired of the world around them, but nobody is talking about how
they can change the world into the place they want it to be. If common sense
has died then how is it that we have the common sense to do the most basic of things?
All over the world people are wanting and needing a better
place to...
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I'd like to tell you about my friend Bob.
Bob has no recollection of being born. In fact, He has hardly any recollection of anything for the first few years of his life. That is to be expected. His brain was insufficiently mature.
Bob once told me that when he was a young child, he vaguely remembers there being a cast iron wood stove in his family's living room. It had a glass...
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She glanced over her shoulder,
and then back at him. “It's almost sunset,” she said as the sky behind her
slowly started to melt into sweet citrus honey. “Will you follow me?” she
asked. “Please.”
Her
eyes fluttered, elliptical and elegant.
“I…I...
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Non-Fiction
Garryowen 37 by Michael P. Beville
ONE WAY TICKET
37 Garryowen, the address on my birth certificate, there was no Avenue, Road or Street, just 37 Garryowen. It was...
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Non-Fiction
"What a beautiful day to go diving," I thought, as our three boat flotilla rounded the north end of Anclote Key and headed for the open waters of the Gulf of Mexico. The early morning fog was just lifting, revealing a vast mirror surface. "No bumpy ride, today. We'll get out there early," I told my crew. Oblivious to our impending rendezvous with danger, we...
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Non-Fiction
"Two years from now, your body would be the same as that man."
Rom said one afternoon while pointing at an obese man patiently falling in line to secure a passport just across my table.
It was obviously a joke but to me, it sounded like a prophecy. I admit I am afraid to gain weight. My family has a profile of obesity. In fact, my father and uncles...
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Non-Fiction
For those who think the Garden of Eden was located somewhere between the Tigress and Euphrates, allow me to set the record straight. I am one of a privileged few who have actually seen it. Furthermore, I've experienced the joy of friendship with the visionary who planted and subsequently guarded it for over fifty years, fending off spoilers and developers.
Nestled in the out-of-the-way...
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Non-Fiction
Sad things in life has to appear again, the next day being the 13th, I had to go to my late grandfather's 3-year mass. Although not religious anymore, I do feel very obligated to show my late grandfather my respects. And the wondering lingering if Heaven and Hell do exist, (I'm back to agnostic now...) and seeing my gay 'supposive' cousin. Me and my brother (us sinful bastards) were...
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Non-Fiction
My time in the Service wasn't too grand for me as it was, only serving 11 months. An injury occurred during week 2 of basic training that still affects me to this day. Basic Training was no picnic for myself with an injured leg and also having the heart to complete it. As well as many people calling you a fucking idiot for walking and running improperly. I was not loved...
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Non-Fiction
For the lost of Darrell Abbott
Also known as Dimebag Darrell
1966-2004
Farewell....
After having things fail in front of me on the day of 17 October 2002, when my car died in a parking lot, I decided my life is completely full of shit. I was in therapy, but it seemed to fail me that I wished to never go back again. They...
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Non-Fiction
The Feces Hoarder
By Susan Cava
I smelled him before I knew him. It was an unearthly scent, perhaps how Beelzebub might smell. Repulsive yet unavoidable and terribly, terribly intriguing.
I stumbled upon this scent when Frank, a neighbor two buildings down, asked me to walk his dog Ramus while he was out teaching. Frank was on the...
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Non-Fiction
Sometimes when I sat down in one of the river court's benches and watched people so busy talking to people they used to know and they call friends I sort of get envious because I don't have that thing in life. You know the word friend. I usually talk to perfect strangers than to people I used to know. It's maybe because strangers don't know you and they won't judge you directly. Otherwise the...
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(Note: This story was written as part of a memoir project for my sophomore English class. It isn't perfect, but it documents one of the greatest...
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Non-Fiction
At the mouth of the cavernous forest sat
a crumpled mess of wood and glass. The shingles hung loose, the moss was
overgrown, and the cinder blocks serving as foundation were making their way
back into the earth. Once sturdy and proud, cabin Imperium had shrunken slowly,
caving further and further inward with each passing year. Its roof drooped and
the windows sagged like the eyes of a...
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Non-Fiction
"If I do it for you and prove that it's not true, will it make you not scared anymore?" I asked her. She nodded her head. I went and faced the mirror and stared at my refection. The moonlight cast a strange glow over my face as I thought to myself, "Fear is just a state of mind."
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Non-Fiction
A dynamic peace in the center of my soul
Two years into our marriage, we were given some bad news after Velda went for her routine physical. She had tested positive for HIV. This news devastated us. I helplessly watched as she slowly withered away to only a shadow of her former self. I foolishly placed my hope in all the expensive experimental medications that the doctors...
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Non-Fiction
A vision of God's loveliness before my eyes
Most of the members of Derrick's Chapel AME Church were already present from Sunday school; however, four others came in as I stepped into the pulpit. The small church soon filled with the sounds of music from the piano and voices singing. Although Derrick's membership was small, the members believed in praising the Lord. The opening hymn was...
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Non-Fiction
On the road to destiny
My name is Reginald Levi Walker. Yes, I am a man of God. Born and raised in Marion, Alabama, I graduated from American High in Miami Lakes, Florida. In 1986, I was licensed to preach and was later ordained an itinerary elder in the African Methodist Episcopal Church. I was educated at an AME college, Shorter College in North Little Rock, Arkansas. I am...
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The birthday present
It was my fourteenth birthday and there was a surprise present waiting inside the house for me.
I had expected to receive a card from granddad with possibly a ten bob note inside.
Being the third eldest of ten children all my previous birthdays had received only the barest of lip service. Today was...
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