Stories About Words

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edengracet
edengracetBronze Commai'm just a writer
Faster than a bullet
Your love was like a bullet.
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sydneybrown
sydneybrownlet's go on a trip down memory lane.
Daisy

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bookworm123
bookworm12314 and (unbelievable) still alive
"I'm scared"
Words of a random guy, moments before his death.
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bookworm123
bookworm12314 and (unbelievable) still alive
The Library
The place that works magic.
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today a boy asked me By imjustwritinghere http://imjustwritinghere.tumblr.com/post/161451866558/today-a-boy-asked-me-what-is-love-to-you-he
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violandviolin
violandviolinA writer of sorts
What is real?
my head hurts, my body is tired and i just want to be free.
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anon
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To the boy
To the boy I thought I fell in love with the summer after high school,   I never told you that I thought I loved you. We weren’t even a month into our relationship. I can remember two exact moments wh...
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On Being A Tall Girl
I appear mainly femur,dressed sharply in pallid overcoatsto drive you mad.I am legs straight to the breast. I invite you all to follow my veins hungrily,as you would the road map you cannot read.Kindl...
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There is a woman, standing on the tallest building in the city,arms raised to the sky:muscles tight,looking out at the sea with an intensity that only comes from betrayal. Her wild hair whips out behi...
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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...
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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...
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June 18 - Might as Well Jump
Prompt: What’s the biggest risk you’d like to take — but haven’t been able to? What would have to happen to make you comfortable taking it? I think that the biggest risk I’d really like to take is to ...
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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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The innocence of a child.
So there I was. Sitting on the porch. My father, my brothers, and I. Each enjoying a glass of port or whiskey or rye. Each enjoying a cigar or a tobacco pipe. We relaxed and discussed matters th...
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Waiting: Love’s Bitterness
Each week, I will see you at least once or twice But we still are not settled, we are still distant By nihilistic-thelemite https://nihilistic-thelemite.tumblr.com/post/162137917793/waiting-loves-bitt...
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My mantra inked to my bodyObscured in a dead language.Across my bicepA measure of my strengthMy true endowment.I’ve known pain and ruin.I’ve known wretchedness that taints the soul. The universe has s...
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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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What Time is It?
Soulless? Possibly, By goodvibesjack http://goodvibesjack.tumblr.com/post/162497727153/what-time-is-it
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I need time and I need space,I wish to be alone.No room is big enough,No silence is quiet enough.I seek space,Yet the world cannot hold the amount of thoughts in my head. I ponder over time,But still ...
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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...
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