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Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Growing Up

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I grew up pretty quick the day that my father hit my mother and she didn't wake up from his blow. It was early in the morning and I had yet to leave for school. My mother was getting everything ready for the up coming day, makeup, lunches, and putting away laundry, but my father woke up as she was folding his favorite shirt.... More..

Creative Writing > Essays Essays: Lies

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People lie about many things, but why? Some people lie to not get 'in trouble'. Others lie so that their lives will seem more interesting to others and be more liked. While these two types of lying seem bad, they are not even close to the last type of lie, this is the type of lie that goes on and on and on. People who create... More..

Creative Writing > Essays Essays: Wildlife

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Wildlife is everywhere. It's in the sky, in the dirt, and even, amazingly, all around you even if you live in the city. Take that plant for example on your work desk, sure it might not look like much, but it sure has a lot of potential and at one time it was apart of the wild. Living in the High Desert makes you realize that... More..

Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Friendship

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The person I dislike the most is my best friend. She is a compulsive liar who has an allure like no other. Of course her charm is embedded in a false reality that she created, but it is her fantasy that captivates me. Her parents are from Egypt who sent her to America to learn about culture. Lie. She has a pet lion back home... More..

Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: The moon

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Today I was a caterpillar but tonight, as the moon is rising, I am a butterfly. I woke up fat and ugly, my life had no purpose, no boys liked me or wanted me, it's obvious to say I was a dog. I was a caterpillar this morning with no other purpose in the world than to mind my own business and leave no mark on the world. When ... More..

Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Reincarnation

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We are all reborn, most of us don't know this though. I remember last time around I was an ant, working in a huge colony with other ants, just doing the queens bidding. That got old really quick so I went off of the path and lost my way, that's how I came to this place. This time around I'm a dust bunny. Newly created from d... More..

Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Moments of clarity

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I've done a bad thing. I've killed my husband and now he's lying on the kitchen table with a butcher knife in his heart, and a steak knife in his groin. He deserved it, but why do I feel so bad? After years of torture, enduring his small, less than adequate penis, it was time to end the misery and stab him like he had so man... More..

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2. Short stories: Friendship
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4. Short stories: Growing Up
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