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L. A. Smith commented on the post, signed 2 days, 20 hours ago
The boys had signed a verbal contract with the woman who would all too quickly become their new devil. A writing workshop sounded like so much fun over drinks and mixed with idle musing about movies, but in practice it reminded them that their best friend was a didactic dictator hell bent on flexing her English-major-muscles with ever sucker punch to their latest pieces.
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L. A. Smith commented on the post, airstream 3 days, 23 hours ago
Darting between the branches and out beyond the shrubbery, beak-first, the sparrow was bound for the space between break and tail lights, catching the airstream sheering off one car to propel the brave bird above the rest.
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L. A. Smith commented on the post, taboo 1 week, 1 day ago
Some said studying was a process best done beginning to end, while others practiced the religion of relegating the task to the last minute. Todd, however, took the taboo route of avoiding the effort all together and only showing up for tests. Ironically, it wasn’t until he received the test back that Todd discovered the definition of ‘taboo’ when he missed the question on the final. Taboo, adj. proscribed by society as improper or unacceptable; Taboo, n. prohibited or excluded from use or practice.
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L. A. Smith commented on the post, simplify 1 week, 6 days ago
The end of the semester simplified the rest of her life, providing a road map’s level of clarity. Editing and publication came next; working out was a must; of course there was exploration to consider (she really needed to see more of the world); a social life, even on a small scale, was necessary to maintain sanity; and of course, there was tomorrow, she couldn’t stop thinking about tomorrow.
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L. A. Smith commented on the post, credibility 2 weeks, 2 days ago
Her credibility was damaged by her inability to focus. Drifting thoughts dragged words well away from the points she endeavored to make and each verbal pause pushed her frustration closer to the cliffs of cursing, which could not be climbed again once one fell from them.
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L. A. Smith commented on the post, enemies 3 weeks, 1 day ago
Friends become enemies the instant it’s time to critique. One’s writing, fresh-formed, is a sickly child, scarcely hatched and in need of nurturing shelter, yet they would throw stones and pluck at its frail wings, lamenting the shade of the feathers.
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L. A. Smith commented on the post, crow 3 weeks, 2 days ago
Dead crows lined the wall and blackened the pathway towards it. There were dozens of them inking the snow, and dozens more decorating the stone. What could have killed them and more importantly what happened to their eyes?
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L. A. Smith commented on the post, checkmate 4 weeks ago
Exhaustion held her head in an eternal checkmate, denying her the chance at another game, let alone victory in the first. She could not sleep until she worked, but she could not work until she slept.
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L. A. Smith commented on the post, magenta 4 weeks, 1 day ago
Her mood did not match the complex Victorian color scheme of the room. Everywhere sprawled heaps of magenta and mauve brocade, intricately magmatic Persian rugs, and honeyed drapes. She sat soaked in heat, but her heart hollowed for the supernal hues of midnight heavens and ice of oceans emptied upon open eyes.
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L. A. Smith commented on the post, creature 1 month ago
Foulness foamed from his lips, lingering in lengthy splotches long after it had dried. His words were as venomous and vulgar as they were didactic and pleading. He hoped to help others change the world, but had no faith that they would move to attempt it, let alone succeed in the effort if they did.
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L. A. Smith commented on the post, mumbling 1 month ago
Her mind was mumbling through the haze of consciousness that corrupted sleeping thoughts. The buzz was coming from nearby, but not quite so close as the throbbing. Was it construction? No, it was nearer still. It was then that she realized she had been awoken by the strained stuttering of her own pulse, pushing up against her pillow.
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L. A. Smith commented on the post, leverage 1 month ago
A sturdy lever, logic hefted the fallacy-filled argument up and over onto its side, spilling the truth across the crowds gathered around its bulk. Sadly, their will worked itself into denial and the points proven were disproven in turn by mass decree, rather than fact.
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L. A. Smith commented on the post, anchor 1 month, 1 week ago
Anchored to her chair, the girl couldn’t help but yawn in the waves of work that washed over her screen and caught her fingers in the kelp of keys. Hopefully the storm would subside soon and she could salvage some sleep from the shores of an unmade bed.
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L. A. Smith commented on the post, trench 1 month, 1 week ago
She ran through the bloody barbs, head bent against the threat on incoming fire and sweating dirt across browned features contorted by the will to live. How long had she been trapped in these trenches?
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L. A. Smith commented on the post, punished 1 month, 1 week ago
Punished by pleasures that have become her past, she seeks to save the smiles of those who are lost to the same pain that pushes her to regret every meeting made in the last few years. Was this the fate of those who loved too much and were loved too much in turn?
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L. A. Smith commented on the post, vines 1 month, 2 weeks ago
Her thoughts grew from the cesspools of her mind, creeping up out of the gutters, climbing through the grates and griping the ankles of all who passed, clinging and curling, pulling them back down into the depths of her mental disease.
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L. A. Smith commented on the post, tornado 1 month, 3 weeks ago
Her mind had been ravaged by the tornado of consciousness and creativity, and now lay a desolate wasteland of debris and dreams destroyed by sleeplessness. Somewhere, amongst the wreckage, a small shelter lay hidden beneath a fallen powerline, and within it huddled the productivity of days to come.
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L. A. Smith commented on the post, destined 1 month, 3 weeks ago
He was destined to escape this place, destined to live on and long, destined to do great deeds. First, he just had to figure out where the door was and why he was wearing a Powerpuff Girls’ wrist watches. Also pants might help.
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L. A. Smith commented on the post, beware 2 months ago
Instincts invaded the forefront of her mind, crossing no man’s land into the domain of paranoia, proclaiming it sovereign amongst the kingdoms of thought. Their new banner waved in her peripherals, bearing the brand of “Beware” above the barbed hairs that raised, rallying against the man shadowing the window behind her.
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L. A. Smith commented on the post, eternal 2 months, 1 week ago
Eternal efforts exist only in the mind, only in the hands that struggle to forge them, only in the eyes that constantly seek them, only in the words that would work their way beyond the history books, beyond the bedrock and deep, into the core of things.
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