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Trista commented on the post, planter 3 weeks, 6 days ago
It sat on the back porch, dirty and rusted, collecting rain water. She had bought it with high hopes for embarking on a new start. A garden she thought, what fun. It was a short lived idea, a spark of motivation that quickly dwindled and died.
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Trista commented on the post, growing 3 months, 1 week ago
Inch by inch a child grows into a man. But it takes much more then biology for a man to grow into an adult. He was still a child hiding behind the camoufloug of a 3 piece suite, and a cocky grin.
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Trista commented on the post, features 3 months, 2 weeks ago
Blue gray eyes soft and telling. A small rounded nose. Skin with such pallor that it almost appeared translucent. Her features were special and beautiful, even as I gazed down upon them on the cold morgue table. She died much to young, but she affected more people then most 80 year olds have. And now it was his task to make her truly shine for her last show.
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Trista commented on the post, pits 11 months, 1 week ago
He had lost it. His mind had been devoured, deep into the pits of hell. Well not really hell, just the confines of his childhood home. They say that once you leave you can never really come back home, and now he […]
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Trista commented on the post, slight 1 year, 1 month ago
all it took was a slight slip to send her tumbling back down into the dark valley. This time she was sure she’d never crawl her way out again. But it was oddly comforting to at least be able to accept her lonely […]
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Trista commented on the post, sunglasses 1 year, 1 month ago
she once saw the world though rose colored glasses. Now she sees it through the tint of smudged darken sunglasses.
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Trista commented on the post, residue 1 year, 1 month ago
There was a thick black residue coating her tongue in the morning. Of course, with her being who she was, a raging hypochondria, she immediately thought to sit down and write out her suicide note. She refused to […]
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Trista commented on the post, duration 1 year, 2 months ago
For the entirety of his life, George Bumpkin Barker, towed a fine line with reality. He was aware of just enough to know he was different, or special as his mother liked to call him.
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Trista commented on the post, petition 1 year, 2 months ago
“Bobby Joe, Bobby Brown, Tom Dick, Harry Walter….These all sound like some made up names to me. And, look the signature they are all the same. Nice try but I don’t think we will be adding eatable panties to the […]
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Trista commented on the post, recycle 1 year, 2 months ago
Aluminum, glass, paper. That was Leona’s life. She’d dig through her buildings trash, quietly sorting out the recyclables each and every day around 10 pm. It started as an accident, a misplaced bill that she […]
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Trista wrote about the word odds 1 year, 3 months ago
They were at odds with each other. Yet again. Like two bulls banging heads, they couldn’t ever seem to agree on the simplest of tasks. Shall we take the subway or the bus? Should we watch this movie or that, eat in or dine out? They were truly water and oil, fire and ice. Yet [...]
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Trista wrote about the word liberty 1 year, 4 months ago
She needed to break away, to get her liberty back from him. She knew it was never going to go anywhere. Years wasted, an entire youth plundered away on hope and possibilities. But what one needs and what one wants are two very different things.
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Trista wrote about the word bellow 1 year, 4 months ago
It started deep in the gut. A gurgling noise that soon began to grow, gaining strength and power as it moved through my body. By the time it passed through my lips I figured my anguished bellow would be powerful enough to reach the ears of many men. Yet, all that came out was a [...]
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Trista wrote about the word bellow 1 year, 4 months ago
It started deep in the gut. A gurgling nose that soon began to grow, gaining strength and power as it moved through my body. By the time it passed through my lips I figured my anguished bellow would be powerful enough to reach the ears of many men. Yet, all that came out was a [...]
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Trista wrote about the word bench 1 year, 4 months ago
My father died on the field. But probably not in the way you might imagine. No, there was no glory, no winning touchdown. Not even a flop or fumble to go down in NFL history. My father was sitting on the bench, drinking some water, probably hoping that maybe this time he would get to [...]
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Trista wrote about the word crisp 1 year, 4 months ago
There are things you don’t know you love until you no longer have them. The crisp cool feel of an Autumn wind as it blows across your filling your lungs with the smell of smoldering cider. The glare burn on your tongue of a cup of too hot coffee. Even the sound of a child [...]
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Trista wrote about the word sparkling 1 year, 4 months ago
She swirled and twirled around, writing her name with the shiny ball of fire she clutched onto. Her face, the picture of angelic peace. She was lost in an old childhood memory of the days when things use to be simple. The pops and crackles of the sparkler were amplified in the tiny enclosed patio, [...]
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Trista wrote about the word oil 1 year, 4 months ago
The room was heavy with the smell of rancid burning oil. It coated your tongue if you breathed through your mouth. But I guess you can get use to just about anything if it is making you money.
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Trista wrote about the word dozen 1 year, 4 months ago
“It is going to take a lot more then 2 dozen long stem roses to drag yourself out of this shit hole buddy.” “yeah I know, but at I gotta start somewhere… right?” Alton sighed, staring down the barrage of multicolored flowers that over-crowed the small flower shop’s floor. “Now, what do you think? White? [...]
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