Tag: literary
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Poetry – Play
I just want to play.Mommy and daddy tell me no all the time.They’re too busy.Brother plays with me but he gets bored with me sometimes.He gets scared at night so we sleep together.I don’t mind. I don’t get scared.There’s no one here but us and our friends.The lady in the pretty dress showed me this…
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Poetry – Control
I must remain calm.My family keeps making up these fantastical stories about ghosts and now even my poor dog seemsunbalanced.He may be better out in the yard.Either way, the amount of bulbs I’ve had to replace lately is insane.Everyone keeps the lights on at all hours of the day and night.My family has gotten sloppy…
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After Wonderland
The Fan Fiction story is based on Alice in Wonderland and how she deals with coming back to the normal world after leaving Wonderland and the idea of how mental health could affect her from getting back to normal. Alice was not a fool, nor a child, but her sister, Mathilda, still treated her like…
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Duet Mlotshwa’s Short Story Called “I Smelled Death”
She wore stress across her face like a dress in her body. Fazi needed something to cheer and motivate her young self. Even her body language spoke loudly about how she felt after the tragedy. The breaking in and shooting at her house left the 15-year-old girl twisted and torn apart. Her family was gunned…
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Poetry – The Window
He’s staring again.The man is wet but it’s not raining.He bangs on the glass but no one looks at him.It’s so loud.He’s screaming and there’s darkness coming from his mouth but no one sees.Sometimes he stands by the front door, waiting for someone to open it.But no one comes.I want to help but the way…
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Poetry – Bedtime
Every night is the same.Make dinner, eat, clean up, put the kids to bed, go to sleep.Very repetitive.Except lately…Since we moved into our new home, the children complain about a woman they see atnight.I, however, do not see this woman. Our dog has also been very unhappy and I’ve had to shush him morethan I…
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Poetry – Becoming Wind
My dwelling memories of so long ago seem like a mirage. The images in my head are nothing more than a collage. It seems we’ll never meet again in this world of a kaleidoscope. You’ve flown so far away from me; I couldn’t see you even with a telescope. People use each other while feelings…
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Leah Palmer’s Short Story Called “Celebrating Your New Role”
Everyone sat around the table, wine glasses in hand as they celebrated Emma’s new role. A smile spread across her face; Emma had never felt this proud! She was finally being recognized for all her achievements, the hard work she had put in, and all the late nights. As everyone lowered their glasses, Emma stood…
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Poetry – The Wanderer
series 1 There she goes, wandering the halls again. Her white dress trails behind and billows softly. She’s crying. The woman goes from one room to another and walks quickly behind my mother before disappearing again. It’s so cold when she’s around but I tuck myself into my bed and watch her. No one else…
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Absent Grace
Jason ambled up the trail with his brother Marc. While Marc led the way, Jason lagged behind. With each step, his boots squeaked on the damp spring grass. Windflowers and sprouting ferns encircled him with trees that had begun to bud, casting dappled morning sunlight through the forest canopy. The air was cool and crisp.…