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the teacher was calling her name but in her ears the sound of a bell kept ringing and ringing. she couldn't hear anything other than the dinging of the bell. she couldn't hear the teacher calling.
the mist hung over the corn field early in the morning, barely letting through the dawn sky's purple and pinks.
I turned to my left and chased the shadows I saw but no matter how far I ran they never seemed to let up. If only in flashbacks I could change the past. If only.
Like caramel it sits at the bottom of the glass, poured straight from the whiskey bottle. And like caramel time slowly moves along the sides of the glass into my mouth. The taste is bittersweet.
he found an escape from the world up on the ledge by the cemetery near his house. sitting there let him feel a little bit of safety he hadn't felt in months.
Will you have one? No I will have none. None of it. Why? Won't you just have one? No, none will do, thanks. Gosh, who knew you could be such a downer. No one, that's who.
she was no nun, sitting in her black dress, wearing her black habit over her hair, a revolver strapped to the inside of her thigh.
the swimming red couch swam for miles and miles. it reached the english shore and did not cry a tear but instead clambered up and exclaimed "I will take a seat!" and sat while awaiting the tide to bring it back out.
the pendant hung at the end of the chain, strung between two pearls of white, alone and unchanging, like the flower it imitated but could not become.
Add a pinch of salt, half a teaspoon of sugar, mix in some spices, whatever you please, and mix it all together then sprinkle on me!
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