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The thought of her keeps repeating through my head. All day, no matter what I do, she is there. And it is a thought that I welcome with open arms and all the love in my heart, for it is like she is with me when she's not, sharing my experiences even when I tell her about them later.

brick

The house was made of a solid red brick, the kind that looks like clay recently unearthed. Two chimneys ran up either side, like bookends to a mansion that seemed to expand forever to each side.

bulb

light bulb. flickers gently in the night illuminating the messy garage. wire hung loosely in the corner and a pile of old clothes strewn carelessly across the floor. a wardrobe from years past, out of taste and out of style.

manager

Being a manager meant being in-charge. At least, that was what he was told. Mr. Peppercorn, as he was now called, instead of plain old Steve. The power he felt was immense, but all he did was move three small feet into a corner office, instead of the crammed cubicle in the center of the 'paper jungle.'

boiling

Rob sprinkled some pepper into the boiling water, watching it simmer and swirl in satisfaction. This was going to be his best spaghetti yet. Forget Ramen noodles and Cup O' Noodles, he was moving to the big time: full blown cook-it-yourself spaghetti. Now he was a real college student.

writing since 2011 · 9 entries · 9 days shown up

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on this day 15 years ago

kyle wrote about step
“Penelope creeped cautiously up the stairs. Each step seemed louder than the next, despite her efforts to remain silent. Creeeeeaaaaakkkkk, the 23rd step echoed out into the house, and as she paused, …”

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