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I have no idea where this poem came from; it popped into my head in sentence fragments and discontiguous scenes and then everything connected together all at once. Mature for depression/suicide theme.
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Alarm goes off, I get out of bed. Go to school, work, go out of my head. Always waiting, counting the minutes, Then finally the day is finished. Back to bed, slip under the blankets, Suddenly eager, ready, anxious, One little pill, one sip of water, Back to the perfect world of slumber. Alarm goes off, I drag myself up, Prepare for the next push, the next snub. Go to school, go to work, home again, More mental bandages for the pain. Another pill and turn off the light
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Summer Love Part 6 So there I was, sitting with a group of teenagers I didn't know (except David), most of whom were the kind of jocks who I'm more used to running from than hanging out with, rubbing sunscreen into my arms and wondering what I was supposed to do now. David had done a quick introduction when we got there (“Hey guys, this is John; that's Alex, Mark, and Greg.”) then had flopped into the sand between Jody and the one I thought was Alex and joined into their interrupted conversati
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Seth sounds so cute! This story is fun and heartwarming and "jumpy" at just the right places
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I wear clip-on bowties. If I ever have to wear a full ceremonial noose again, I'll shoot myself
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In a world of humans and furries, with mutual distrust on both sides, a boy slowly learns to overcome prejudice and fear and come to terms with who he is.
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Bright morning sunlight filtered in through the curtained windows, drawing Ray out of the uncomfortable sleep he'd fallen into. Rolling onto his back, he opened his eyes slowly, then, at the sight of the unfamiliar ceiling and wall, closed them again with a groan. "Oh god, it wasn't just a dream." Despite how much he wanted to go back to sleep, however, certain other priorities intruded, and, with another barely-voiced groan, Ray pushed himself up out of bed. A glance at the other side of the
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This story contains anthropomorphic people ("furries") and humans living together. It contains teenagers in a private school setting, potentially interacting in adult situations. If this is morally or legally objectionable to you or the area in which you live, please do not read any further. This story is a work of fiction. All characters, settings, and events are fictional. Any resemblance to persons living or dead or any location, real or fictional, is purely coincidental. No copyright infr
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Set in a world of humans and furries, with mutual distrust on both sides, a boy must overcome prejudice and fear and come to terms with who he is.
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Gary browsed through the sci-fi section, wishing the store had a larger selection. The two bookcases held a pretty short list of authors, mostly recent top-ten sellers. Then he noticed the bottom shelf down there with the used books, and crouched down to get a better look. He smiled at the thin, well-worn novels from decades ago - as he figured, this was as close to a goldmine as he was going to find out here in the middle of nowhere. Leaning over to scan the shadowed book titles more closely, h
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This story contains anthropomorphic people ("furries") and humans living together. It contains teenagers in a private school setting, potentially interacting in adult situations. If this is morally or legally objectionable to you or the area in which you live, please do not read any further. This story is a work of fiction. All characters, settings, and events are fictional. Any resemblance to persons living or dead or any location, real or fictional, is purely coincidental. No copyright infr
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This story contains anthropomorphic people ("furries") and humans living together. It contains teenagers in a private school setting, potentially interacting in adult situations. If this is morally or legally objectionable to you or the area in which you live, please do not read any further. This story is a work of fiction. All characters, settings, and events are fictional. Any resemblance to persons living or dead or any location, real or fictional, is purely coincidental. No copyright in
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This story contains anthropomorphic people ("furries") and humans living together. It contains teenagers in a private school setting, potentially interacting in adult situations. If this is morally or legally objectionable to you or the area in which you live, please do not read any further. This story is a work of fiction. All characters, settings, and events are fictional. Any resemblance to persons living or dead or any location, real or fictional, is purely coincidental. No copyright in
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This song was in my head nearly complete when I woke up from a dream very similar to the song. I could see the scenes of the song, had most of the lyrics already written in my head, and the music was complete with high-energy fiddle, banjo, and guitar for a classic country-western sound.
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We were standin' on top of the mountain, Takin' in the birdsong and the views. The panorama of beauty had me breathless as we walked hand-in-hand and talked into the afternoon. The he spotted a broken piece of chain link, curiousity took him to its side. He looked down the edge of the mountain below, and turned to me and asked, do you want to take a ride? So now I'm clingin' hard to the middle, And he's stretchin' out to the side, Seein' just how far he has to lean to
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An unfinished rough draft of a fantasized summer vacation when I was 13. Comments and critiques both welcomed and requested! I know this is rough, but I can't tell what needs to be fixed without feedback. Thanks in advance!
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Summer Love Part 5 I felt like a zombie the next morning. It was like I'd barely slept; my eyes didn't want to stay open and my head felt stuffed full of cotton. The bedsheets were evidence of my restless night; they'd been pulled out from being tucked under the mattress, and were half off the bed - the thin top blanket was completely on the floor in front of the TV. The only reason I was awake at all was the bright morning sunlight shining in from the kitchen. I dragged myself into the
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Summer Love Part 4 I didn't want to do anything when I woke up the next morning. I especially didn't want to even think about the beach. I stayed under the covers until Aunt Edie stumped out and pulled them off me, telling me to 'get my lazy self out of bed' so she could use the sofa. Shrieking about her seeing me in my underwear, I got up and skittered into the bathroom to shower and get dressed. After finishing all the morning stuff and putting the sofabed back away so Aunt Edie could wat
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Summer Love Part 3 It was Sunday, which meant church, for Aunt Edie at least. For me, it was a choice of being trapped in church, or trapped in her house. “Fine, you can stay here if you don't want to go to church. Don't leave the house! I don't want my house left empty and open for burglars.” With that, Aunt Edie left, walking up the street to her church. I closed the door and plodded back into the living room, turning and flopping backwards onto the still-extended sofabed. Three ho
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Summer Love Part 2 I leaned against the side of the pier, watching the roller coaster swerve around on its tracks over the sandy beach below. Aunt Edie had made me a peanut butter sandwich today, thankfully, but I'd broken down and bought a milk shake to drink along with it, and was sipping it slowly as I listened to kids screaming and the screeching metal of the coaster, with the constant background of the wurlitzer in the pier's famous carousel. I hadn't spotted him in the waves when
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Summer Love Part 1 God was talking to me. “Hey dude, can I borrow summa your lotion, man?” Of course, I didn't know it was God until I put my book down and rolled over on my towel to look at him. Big mistake number one. I'd been watching him all morning. To me, he stood out from all the other surfers out there, not because of his skill or anything (since I wouldn't know great surfing if it bit me), but because he was so short. All the other surfer “dudes” seemed to be 6 feet tall
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The garden house, the reflecting pool, and his memories are a boy's only companions as he wonders about the strangers in his mother's garden.
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Strangers in the Garden by darkfoxprime Summer has always been my favorite time of the year. Everything is so alive and warm. The hills are filled with green and gold, the fields move with the swaying of the high grasses, and the smell of Mother's roses fills the air. The sun is setting over those hills now, setting the high clouds ablaze in wild oranges and reds, and fading to a deep blue overhead. Everything about summer is beautiful. Mother and Father are having another one of t
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Please spellcheck, check grammar & re-read!
darkfoxprime replied to option's topic in Writer's Circle
If I get interested in a story, I'll send the author PMs to let them know if I find stuff that made it past the editing phase. But to get interested in the first place, the story really can't be that bad grammatically - and it can't use txtspk or narrative written in slang or anything. Picky, I know, but if it takes effort for me to read it, it's not entertaining anymore. -
I have just one: An "Oxygen" pillow by a local mattress manufacturer called European Sleepworks. It's basically a hard foam "donut" shaped pillow with the center filled with soft foam, so your head can sink in while your neck is supported. <3
