Tag: prose
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Five Reasons Why I Won’t “Fall in Love”. Again.
Writing and performing a personal narrative for Speech 11 was a cathartic and frankly exhausting experience. But watching everyone else was very fun and insightful! Definitely adds new perspectives to life. I posted everything here because I want to. It isn’t that coherent (I’d probably need 15 minutes of speech time to set everything straight),…
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“Google Keep”, a collection of idle thoughts
Because sometimes I just can’t stop in the middle of the sidewalk to whip out a notebook and write.
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a collection | you read words and you forget to breathe
you read words and you forget how to breathe
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We are always the protagonists of our own stories. But just once I had hoped you would play the support in a chapter I had written, laughing and rejoicing in the triumph I overtook. It was a high, it was momentous, it was glory overwhelmed. And it also paled against anything you had to say. I’m sorry.…
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Recs: What is the best horror story you can come up with in two sentences. : AskReddit
What is the best horror story you can come up with in two sentences. : AskReddit. I love these kind of things. :) Normally I don’t go through reddit, as it’s a dangerous place, but for the brilliance of some pieces I’d make an exception. Hmm and I’ve realized that horror stories make the best…
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Things that really matter and stuff:
Note: I was supposed to post this ages ago, but I received a wordpress-related scare. I couldn’t type on the post editor section! Actually, I still can’t. I’m using Chrome right now, because for some reason my Safari can’t handle making wordpress posts. Not proofread.
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Prose/Poetry: Memory
I was in Chuy and Kiko Eatery when this happened. From Pablo C. Bueno’s wake. Dated 11 March 2012 from my pocket journal, unedited. One The Eternal Adoration A million steps and a thousand falls are etched onto the skin of these floors and walls. Each gentler and rough step, or hesitant footfall (your first step,…
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Prose: the flight of angels//Opinion: On Sunday Masses.
WARNING: I don’t seem to know how to make short posts. Be warned of the coming 1700 odd words. the flight of angels He holds in each of his many hands the image of a bird’s egg, large and small and unique. He nurtures them; his fingers, the least of which holds the strength of the…
