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thirteenthwind - - "Never allow someone to become a priority in your life when you’re just an option in his. "View -
jason - - "Daily dreams remind me of the absence of heart and mind accompanying those of no inner intent as they babble on in talks of turns and bumble down the road to and from the bar. Unconsciousness calls! Quick! Drink to reply! I pass some spirit zombies on my way into the world, staying up late enough to see my own ghosts, talk to my own shadow. A reminder of the former undevelopments I owned. I’ll leave lovers I never loved in the dust of my path for the betterment of a future I yet know not but in mind, where it’s all pretend- this life focuses sharper and sharper into completion. "View -
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chamomilecourier - - "His thoughts float about the room, dancing with the spiraling particles of dust that had been disturbed from their stationary positions with the slam of his hand against the table. He starts pacing. Back and forth. Back and forth. "View -
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kingofcarnies - - "So I just recently came back to OneWord after a long time away. I had forgotten how totally it manages to obliterate writer’s block. I love it so much! "View -
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beppyweppy - - "Silence bears down; a cacophony of loneliness as I sit, surrounded by empty canvases and a palette full of inarticulate desire. Thunder threatens to break the hazy light of seeming calm as it settles into the night air, reminding me to close my window. But the weight of emptiness paralyzes my limbs, though my hand closes around a paintbrush. And though I sit bound by stillness, colors dance behind open lids to the beat of my heart pulsing in my left wrist: strokes of crimson regret fading in and out under the overlay of a wistful moon’s azure reflection. But the brightest patterns dissipate into hesitation before my tired fingers can distinguish their form. And I remain alone, but for the hum of night whistling through my open window, and a lap-full of blank canvas: a testament to indecision. "View -
natscomer32 - - "He built a frame for my brush to deliver the kind of stroke I felt like. He made it huge, and so wonderful. This is what my dreams are made of, and he took them from thin air, and burst them into my garage. I can see my dream from my bedroom window now. I can’t believe my eyes. "View -
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chorusesunrehearsed - - "creativity block. "View -
destinmcintosh - - "Longing for tomorrow is making today feel so much longer. I bask in the sunlight hoping that it’s rays can warm me like your smile, but they never do. "View -
hcollinslewis - - "Fellow writers, Not sure how this website works. Any suggestions? Thanks :) "View -
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And the undeniable gravity of her own desires pulled her in to a spiralling fall, inexplicably compressing her until she was nothing more than a pinprick of brilliant light. View
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