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Enough stalling
I’ve been meaning to do a post all day but keep finding ways to avoid it. Why? I have no idea. The short stories are nearing an end. Thank god. I’ve pre-written and scheduled the last of them and my god they were hard, the last ones, you’ll see. It’s raining. Which I love. The…
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Short Story: About coziness
The fire crackled in the fireplace, casting a warm glow over the living room. The family was gathered around, sipping hot chocolate and talking. The kids were playing with their new toys, and the adults were laughing and talking about their plans for the next day. It was Christmas Eve, and the house was filled…
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Short Story: About a book
I’ve always been inspired by the story of Frodo Baggins, the hobbit who sets out on a quest to destroy the One Ring. Frodo is a small and unassuming hobbit, but he has a great heart and a strong sense of duty. He is willing to sacrifice everything to save Middle-earth, even though he knows…
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Quotes
“I wish it need not have happened in my time,” said Frodo.“So do I,” said Gandalf, “and so do all who live to see such times. But that is not for them to decide. All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us.”― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of…
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Short Story: About desire
I first saw her at the grocery store. She was beautiful, with long dark hair and piercing blue eyes. She was wearing a wedding ring, but that didn’t stop me from being drawn to her. I started to see her around town more and more. We would always make eye contact, and I could tell…
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A touch too much
I’m tired. I would say I did a lot today but its hard to say you’ve done a lot when you can’t get about. I’ve found the exercises from the Occupational Therapist and did them today. Was shattered after 30 mins. Think I pushed it too much. I will get better. I will get stronger.…
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Short Story: about dreams
I’ve always been a dreamer. I love to lose myself in my dreams, to escape from the everyday world and into a world of my own creation. In my dreams, I can be anything I want to be. I can fly, I can travel to faraway lands, I can meet amazing people. I can do…
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Crappy poem #6
The fog is thick, I can’t see a thing,I’m lost, I’m scared, I’m all alone.Every shadow is a monster,Waiting to pounce, waiting to devour. I walk on, my heart pounding,My breath coming in short gasps.In the distance, I see a light,A beacon of hope in the darkness. I walk faster, my legs pumping,My dogs barking…
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Short Story: about passion
I’ve been dancing since I was a little boy. I remember the first time I saw a tango couple perform, I was mesmerized. The way they moved together was so passionate and intense, and I knew that I had to learn how to do it. I started taking tango lessons, and I quickly fell in…