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Creamy New
Read more: Creamy NewThe statue’s skin was creamy white. It spoke of new thoughts, ideas, and beliefs. The cracks already forming around elbows, wrists and ankles revealed cheapness. Good intentions hurried, ignoring minuscule weaknesses. The bird crap on shoulders reminded, nature will have its way. When the first hand crumbled, a raven laughed. ©2022 Mary Grace van der…
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Six Word Story (69)
Read more: Six Word Story (69)Who? Why? There is always a reason someone turns on the lights, strikes a match, or opens shutters. It takes intention. The effects of that one action go beyond the single act and affect everyone who inhabits the darkness. be them human, bug, or bacteria. Light, and the act of lighting. Such small things, such…
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Six Word Story (67)
Read more: Six Word Story (67)The trees looked ugly and sad. Dead black things standing in silent testament to what once was.
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Six Word Story (64)
Read more: Six Word Story (64)Campfires are one of my favorite things. As a little girl, I loved to char the end of a stick in the fire, and use it to write.
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Six Word Story (63)
Read more: Six Word Story (63)In the lonely places, in the in between, there is a light that stands witness.
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Six Word Story (60)
Read more: Six Word Story (60)Spring, a time many of us long for after a long dark winter. We grow again and unfurl our blooms… Just to have a frost crisp their edges. Some of us weather it fine, some of us might carry blackened scars from unexpected transitions. Still, some of us might have to drop our first blooms.…
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