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This Common Blood
I am young when I first hear the word 'adoption'. I am so very young, perhaps three, maybe four. I accept it easily when my mother sits me down and explains that I did not grow beneath her heart, but rather in it. I nod my head, smile big, and ask when I'm getting a little sister. My mother kisses me on the forehead and puts her hand on my head as she stands up. "If you wish on a star, Sarah, maybe she will be here very soon." I practice my wishing until night's companions wink merrily in the sky.
Dear Anna,
I turned seventeen just recently. I thought of you when I woke up, and I wondered if you were thinking of me. I like to think that you
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a conversation
i welcome sleep as it is - a long lost friend returning home from battle, arms draped over my shoulders, weeping. i held it close and whispered - as if it were my only friend, being the prince of the sky, asking of why i cling to my possessions like a dog to its territory, why i harbor insane notions about silly things -
"we are all barren, stripping the land, looking for love in white-capped waves of our own destruction."
i asked why mother nature was pulling me by the roots of my hair, and being as i am, a girl who speaks vague classroom french and stands at the waterside passing small thoughts
like stones as the brine and tangling seawe
Literature
To Write of Horror
To paint a scene of mythic horrors
Take dim lit room and darkest corners
Find a child huddled there, cradled tight in his despair
Silent here for not his murmurs,
murmuring out a prayer
He asks the keeper keep to keeping
While all his guardians tucked in sleeping
Ignorant of the shadows creeping
Slow across the hallway floor, standing now outside his door
Somewhere near the sound of breathing,
breaths too heavy to ignore
Then just outside there raised a howl
A distant boom and monstrous growl
Envisions he a ghostly cowl
Afloat across the yard in prowl
Come to steal his soul away, curtains hold the fiend at bay
With scrapes across the window
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I wrote this short story some time ago and presented it to a critique group. They informed me it was solid, except the ending was a little cliché. Now that I've seen certain films (I'll neglect to name them for the sake of avoiding spoilers), I think they were probably right. It was still a fun piece to work on, though.
Edit: A DD! Holy… I woke up all bleary-eyed, saw all those feedback messages, and assumed it had to be a glitch or something. Thank you so much!
Edit: A DD! Holy… I woke up all bleary-eyed, saw all those feedback messages, and assumed it had to be a glitch or something. Thank you so much!
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Creepy and a little sad. I don't mind that the ending was predictable. The very last sentence is particularly chilling.
One minor thing, though: "Avoid Grace Park this week, it read." I don't think those last two words are meant to be part of the newpaper article, but the format makes them look as though they are.
One minor thing, though: "Avoid Grace Park this week, it read." I don't think those last two words are meant to be part of the newpaper article, but the format makes them look as though they are.