Archive - 2014

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My Face in the Mirror
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Devil Be Gone Juice
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A Day Off From Sisters
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Lost Angel
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To Catch A Traitor
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Morning Inspections
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Shadow of Lace
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Retrieving Forgotten Treasures
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A Tumble Under the Bleachers
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Ink Dipping

My Face in the Mirror

  It’s been a long time since I’ve looked at myself in the mirror. So when I stumble upon one in the corner of an abandoned building, I duck my head to avoid it. My heart races at the near glimpse of what I’ve become. I’m alone. No one is on this side of the[…]

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Devil Be Gone Juice

My alarm clock goes off. My heart matches it beat for beat in my ears. Good grief! I hadn’t realized that this alarm was set for heart attack! I almost fall on my face as I untangle myself from my blankets. I can’t find my alarm clock and my body is in panic mode. Whose[…]

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A Day Off From Sisters

  Hadley shuffled through the empty hallway; thankful her sisters weren’t up yet. Maybe Sable had gone out already. She should go out somewhere; a walk, a ride, a nap. Some place away from these grandiose walls. One of her father’s old counselors had just recovered from a bad illness. She could visit him. They[…]

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Lost Angel

  I fleeted through the trees trying not to make a sound. It was a game I liked to play in the morning after I finished my poses and recited all the prayers that promised me youth, beauty, health, and long life. I folded my white wings under her as I landed on a branch[…]

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To Catch A Traitor

The words could not be true, but they were written on every wall that she walked passed. Fanny averted her gaze from the horrible words that looked as though they were bleeding. She tried to breathe and not let her thoughts race. She couldn’t afford to panic. The words painted throughout their block could mean[…]

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Morning Inspections

Saba tightened the laces on her boots and tucked in the ends, hoping that would keep them tied and neat looking under inspections. She was hungry this morning and wanted to eat breakfast straight away. She didn’t want to relace and retie her boots, something she did at least three times every morning. She brushed[…]

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Shadow of Lace

Tia traced the shadow of the lace on the back of her hand. She’d forgotten how pretty it could be. She wondered if she could wear lace whenever she wanted now, if she agreed to stay. Her mother paced with stiff steps. She hadn’t quite recovered from spraining her knee yet. This had been a[…]

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Retrieving Forgotten Treasures

Jasmine crawled through the grass careful to keep her head down. She counted the bricks in the pathway. They were all bumpy and many were loose. The tree that grew along the path was never meant to get this big or else the path was never supposed to last this long. The roots had run[…]

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A Tumble Under the Bleachers

I noticed that Kara had grass in her hair. She didn’t the last time I saw her. We had just finished running 6 laps for class, but now that I think about it I don’t think Kara did. She smiled at me as she grabbed her school clothes out of the locker. She didn’t have[…]

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Ink Dipping

I dip my fingers into the ink. It’s really tacky. Old. I look up at Tina who smiles chagrined. “It’s not going to work.” I shake my head. Tina is crestfallen. “Can’t you make it work?” She squirms under the layer of rags she uses to make one oversized shirt. “See how thick this is? It[…]

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