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Submitted to Contest #39
Mom looks up at the stars wondering if she can make the situstion work.. “Peek-a-boo!” The baby laughed. That's right. She has to try. She looks down and starts watching the kid. His daddy hid his face and the child went back to crying again. “Hey hey hey,” Daddy coos and picks the baby up to rock him along with his stuffed ferret. “When I leave, I will always come back for you.” Baby Kyle smiles. Once, when he turned One, Daddy took him to the pet store to see the animals they couldn’t own. “You see that? It’s cal...
Submitted to Contest #28
I was told that this week's prompt was about real life. My real life. I know that as a writer I shouldn't talk to the readers about writing this story, but I can't help it. After all, this weakness in my writing is part of the secret left unshared. I am, in a way, a prodigy. In a bad way, if that makes sense. But only to myself. This secret, it takes a million words to express. There is never a way to put it all in one sentence. What do I mean by all that? I'm a rare soul, as people may say. I ca...
Submitted to Contest #18
I'm a poet. That feels so weird to say, but its true. Well, kind of. I write and save all these works of mine on a small flash drive. Like, I assume, the average poet-to-be, I was up at 3 AM again and thinking about my latest poem. Sunshine hidesWhen shadows nearBut Sunshine biteswho holds it dear I wish my life were a poem. Thats, secretly, what this is about. Sunshine represents the dreams I have. I hold them dear, but the moment real life comes, they disappear. Haha. That rhym...
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