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Zita wrote about the word whiskers 2 years, 7 months ago
His weathered face retained his age, his wisdom. The way he noted all of the exits when walking into a room was carefully acknowledged. It wouldn’t be a surprise if he transformed into an oriental creature.
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Zita wrote about the word made 2 years, 10 months ago
We were created together but born apart. The bond I’m supposed to have is something I’ll never experience. The loneliness I feel isn’t because of the person who isn’t, it’s because I want more than I have.
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Zita wrote about the word half 2 years, 10 months ago
From her mother’s vase to her happiness, everything was in pieces. She could never hold on to anything but not grasp too tightly.
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Zita wrote about the word driven 2 years, 10 months ago
The only thing she could do to help was not make anything worse. She couldn’t burden them with an average grade or a less then spotless record. They’ve dealt with enough pain, she shouldn’t be anything.
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Zita wrote about the word bronze 2 years, 10 months ago
As she turned the pages, she slowly began to realize how fake they were. Her friend’s diary spoke of a man with the hair of bronze. Her friend’s fictional fantasies were as real as their friendship.
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Zita wrote about the word chaos 2 years, 10 months ago
Her mind would always race over the littlest things. It wouldn’t matter where she was, even if she was in her own personal paradise, she could never forget her mistakes.
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Zita wrote about the word myth 2 years, 10 months ago
Her hands shook as she read the words that appeared on her screen. It was all a lie? He wasn’t anything anymore but then again, he never was.
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Zita wrote about the word mud 2 years, 10 months ago
The books flew in every direction as she slammed into the dirt, the pedals of her bike still spinning. Some passerby laughed at her but even if he gave a look of sympathy, her math homework would never be the same.
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Zita wrote about the word pawn 2 years, 10 months ago
We are all pawns in some twisted game. Only pieces used for the amusement of others and for advancement but sometimes traded in for something greater, essentially becoming another’s captive.
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Zita became a registered member 2 years, 11 months ago
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Zita wrote about the word carve 2 years, 11 months ago
The wood was smooth between her fingers in some places but rough in others. Her family always carved the totem poles, floated the trees from the abundant forests to their small villages. It was their rite of passage, to carve something outstanding that would withstand the erosion of time. The lacquer was new but the [...]
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