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she smiled like a knife-
the worst kind of easy
filling in the cracks
lost at sea,
panicked yelling in unison because
of lost baggage in between
connecting flights
acts of war &
sound life advice
with our fashionable shoes
questionable choices,
& razors for manners
i’m stealing your words
sometimes i say things that
aren’t meant to
hurt
but they do
you move your mouth around
the words
summing it up with more
than it’s worth
miscommunication
is an art.
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The Magic Medallion - A TG Story
Will was a 18 year old self centred and lonely white man who had this unhealthy obsession with attractive women. He had this belief that all girls were born and raised to be housewives who cooked, cleaned, and always followed their husband’s orders, although this was what his family had been telling him ever since he was a young boy. Will also preferred girls with well developed and curved out bodies with childlike, innocent, and submissive personalities that matched. Will loved his idealized woman view with as much enthusiasm as he hated modern Western ones. He felt that especially American girls these days were just vain and manipulative sluts who acted like whores to get whatever they wanted; they could all do with some modifications to put it one way, which in Will’s mind was either looking like supermodels or dressing traditionally conservative when going outside. As you might have guessed, Will was a virgin who’d never kissed a girl before, any women who weren’t put off by his
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THE MAN WHO NEVER WAS
A lone man sits before a table, staring down at his laptop screen, typing something in quick succession. A typical scene one might deem ordinary, a daily routine in our modern age, everyone does it. So what makes this one special? What I’m saying now may sound cruel and uncaring, but there is nothing special about this individual. He is just a man sitting at his table typing on his laptop, and…! The Man looked up confusedly out of the blue as if he heard something that wasn't supposed to be there. A sharp look of piecing anger briefly showed upon his face as he looked around his tiny kitchen with the scratched floor and white shove. Wait, what is he doing? The light was dim, casting shadows that obscured some corners of the room, making it feel more claustrophobic than it was. The wind outside began to howl, an ominous sound that echoed through the empty kitchen. The Man looked out his window, but nothing but the black of night, and the wind kept howling outside. No boogeymen
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COMM: Jabari's Challenge
The wind howled across the dunes of the desert, and the sand shifted like mist. Many things changed, but the desert remained the same throughout the ages. For the jackals of the river pack, things were the same as they had always been, with one notable exception, perhaps. The pack of black-backed jackals was racing to the oasis, tongues slathering from their mouths as they ran across the sand to the watering hole they all knew so well. The closer the pack drew, the greener the lands became, and the sand gave way to hardy plants that grew into thick vegetation lining the edges of the oasis. Among the jackals was a curious member of their pack. He had come to the pack as a mere cub, orphaned, alone, and starving, crying for help on the banks of the great river. So pitiful were the cub's cries that Malika herself, mate to Rais the chief, took the cub for her own, along with her recent litter. Rais and Malika had raised the cub among the pack. The years passed, and the cub, christened
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That last stanza though.