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Spilled Prose Short Stories

Here are the top Spilled Prose short stories, fanfiction, poetry, and posts on Commaful, including topics like "spilled words", "sad", and more.
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anon Gifted Writer
8 years ago
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And all our broken dreams laid there. Jagged edges beckoning to be put back together. But we weren’t fixers. So instead we tip-toed around them and made believe that they never shattered in the first ...

Draft Update #2
anon Gifted Writer
7 years ago
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A hand grabbed Ingrid’s shoulder from behind her, and her hand immediately balled into By blackfeatherantics https://blackfeatherantics.tumblr.com/post/164028405129/draft-update-2

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anon Gifted Writer
7 years ago
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“I’m that typical human whose mind is filled with celestial bodies of the universe; who is not in love with it anyway? I make poems out of the form of constellations that I thought were written in rev...

Universal Light
anon Gifted Writer
7 years ago
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The light fused through the windowsill, a white beam erupting flakes of dust into sparkling facets. My irises are both blinded & embraced by dust sparkles. A speck of dust, for one moment, a speck of ...

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anon Gifted Writer
7 years ago
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It’s shaped like a flower, but hangs derelict in the dark, larger than the Home Planet. As a moon swings in place, a small sliver of silver light grows upon the station, giving it shape and texture. A...

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anon Gifted Writer
7 years ago
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People are annoying. Nieces most of all. This little one grew up on her parents’ smartphones and she runs up to me every time she sees me using the computer. Every time she shows up, she has just the ...

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anon Gifted Writer
7 years ago
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On Monday, I wondered if maybe he was punching the boy to the rhythm of the train’s syncopated beat. The boy always wore dark clothes, so I called him the crow. He was a bit of a fat crow. And on that...

exhaustion
anon Gifted Writer
7 years ago
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I’m drowning in exhaustion, wishing everything was clear again. I want to close my eyes and disappear until this heaviness is gone. I can barely draw a breath when every movement is swamped by fatigue...

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anon Gifted Writer
7 years ago
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Someone in the city is about to end their life, and I’m riding a motorcycle to their home to stop them from breaking the law. It says so right there in the book. Attempt to suicide? Five years. Plus f...

Untitled
anon Gifted Writer
8 years ago
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And all our broken dreams laid there. Jagged edges beckoning to be put back together. But we weren’t fixers. So instead we tip-toed around them and made believe that they never shattered in the first ...

Draft Update #2
anon Gifted Writer
7 years ago
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0
A hand grabbed Ingrid’s shoulder from behind her, and her hand immediately balled into By blackfeatherantics https://blackfeatherantics.tumblr.com/post/164028405129/draft-update-2

Untitled
anon Gifted Writer
7 years ago
0
0
“I’m that typical human whose mind is filled with celestial bodies of the universe; who is not in love with it anyway? I make poems out of the form of constellations that I thought were written in rev...

Universal Light
anon Gifted Writer
7 years ago
0
0
The light fused through the windowsill, a white beam erupting flakes of dust into sparkling facets. My irises are both blinded & embraced by dust sparkles. A speck of dust, for one moment, a speck of ...

Untitled
anon Gifted Writer
7 years ago
0
0
It’s shaped like a flower, but hangs derelict in the dark, larger than the Home Planet. As a moon swings in place, a small sliver of silver light grows upon the station, giving it shape and texture. A...

Untitled
anon Gifted Writer
7 years ago
0
0
People are annoying. Nieces most of all. This little one grew up on her parents’ smartphones and she runs up to me every time she sees me using the computer. Every time she shows up, she has just the ...

Untitled
anon Gifted Writer
7 years ago
0
0
On Monday, I wondered if maybe he was punching the boy to the rhythm of the train’s syncopated beat. The boy always wore dark clothes, so I called him the crow. He was a bit of a fat crow. And on that...

exhaustion
anon Gifted Writer
7 years ago
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0
1
I’m drowning in exhaustion, wishing everything was clear again. I want to close my eyes and disappear until this heaviness is gone. I can barely draw a breath when every movement is swamped by fatigue...

Untitled
anon Gifted Writer
7 years ago
0
0
Someone in the city is about to end their life, and I’m riding a motorcycle to their home to stop them from breaking the law. It says so right there in the book. Attempt to suicide? Five years. Plus f...