Tag: Fiction
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A Real Boy
Pinnochio observed himself in front of the full-length mirror. It was a handsome mirror, carefully and lovingly crafted— just like him. The mirror was the same smooth, warm brown as Pinnochio himself, and at times, Pinnochio fancies that he and the mirror share a mother. He smoothed his hands down his vest, the way he’s…
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Murmurs in the Mirror
There are just too many mirrors in this place, it’s creepy to look around and only see yourself. Dylan had recently moved into a new house, it was small and felt even smaller with all of the mirrors. When he had moved in the house, it was already furnished and he did not have the…
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I Grew to Hate You (But I Don’t)
Amelia hummed to herself as she pushed the metal shopping cart down the endless aisles of Johnson’s Grocery. The squeaky wheel in the front of the pushcart would have annoyed most people, its high pitched whines scraping the air like nails on a chalkboard with every turn. To Amelia, it was a wonderful reminder of…
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Shards of a Lovely Heartbreak
“I think I love him.” Pity infiltrates her face like months-old trash contaminating a lake but more beautiful, an essence of ethereal magic dropping from shiny eyes coated with desperation. She slams the cherry red lipstick on the counter, wincing when the flimsy plastic cracks, blinking slowly while she shakes her head. “You – you……
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A Flame In Your Heart
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Home
Being alone always frightened me as a kid. When you’re little, you should be playing around, finding things you’re good at. I learned how to act when I found that shapeshifting parts of me to please others made me more favorable as a friend. People wanted to be around me if I mirrored them instead…
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Breathless
Six year-old Max leaned on his elbow and gazed out the window of a truck driving alone on a forest road. Tree trunks whizzed by in pulsing blurs, which made his head sleepy. He peeked through the canopies to the looming waves of sea-blue mountains, rolling over a boundless carpet of green. Max’s father, Tom,…
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As The CD Skips
There’s not much that can be said about my father, both for the fact that he was a simple man and that he’s been dead for twelve years. Nobody at this wake knew James, the man he became after he died, and since neither my sister nor mother bothered to show up, that would never…
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The Tale of Night and Day
Hello Reader! Allow me to tell you the story of Night and Day, two halves of a whole. Bound by something greater than love, friendship or family. Something with no beginning, something with no end. Something with no name. Now, play close attention to the story, Reader. It is short but every word counts. Day…
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barren
A world exists within myself, burrowed deep within my intestines and nestled upon my pelvic bone. It is small, and vastless, and in itself has all of the answers to every question that hasn’t been asked yet. It is solely me, something I grew and created my whole life and something that, one day, could…