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Flee
The speed limit is somewhere around fifty-five—I’m going at least eighty. As the mountains fly through my peripherals in streaks of red, brown, and burnt-orange, my breath catches, and I find that I can’t bring myself to step on the brake. Cool autumn air blasts through the open windows, whipping my hair around my ears and eyes. I glance to the left at the river that runs alongside the road, taking hazardously long to stare as the afternoon light skips across its surface.
What a day to be alive, I tell myself, and for a brief moment I feel good. But the feeling doesn’t last, because at th
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Flee
The speed limit is somewhere around fifty-five—I’m going at least eighty. As the mountains fly through my peripherals in streaks of red, brown, and burnt-orange, my breath catches, and I find that I can’t bring myself to step on the brake. Cool autumn air blasts through the open windows, whipping my hair around my ears and eyes. I glance to the left at the river that runs alongside the road, taking hazardously long to stare as the afternoon light skips across its surface.
What a day to be alive, I tell myself, and for a brief moment I feel good. But the feeling doesn’t last, because at th
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Syringe
The syringe was enormous, pistol-shaped and well-padded in its metal holder. Jane’s heart stopped at the sight of it. There was no way—no way that thing was meant for them.
Jeremy removed his phone from his back pocket. It was vibrating. His eyes met Jane’s as he flipped it open and switched the sound to speaker mode.
A woman’s voice, crisp and calculating: “Load the vile into the syringe and inject yourself.”
“W-wait, what’s in it?”
“The syringe contains an experimental hard drug. The cargo hold is not pressu
Short Stories and Prototypes
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Literature
Plight of a Happily-Single Woman
When friends of mine get themselves hitched,
I can’t help but feel kinda ditched.
I guess I’m happy for their luck,
But without them, I’m feeling stuck!
For ne’er again shall we devour
Chocolate cake in those late hours.
No more will “You’ve Got Mail” create
A sobbing fest in hours late.
We’ve lost for good that “girl’s night out”,
They’re too in love to just hang out!
So when those wedding days come ‘round,
And my friends are eternally bound,
I shrug and sigh and head for home.
Watch me not care that I’m alone!
Mine’s not a case of jealousy,
But
Poetry
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Literature
The Peers (draft 1) - Ch 4
Like one might learn the intricate steps of a dance, or familiarize themselves with large premises after much exploration, Liza could confidently dance her fingers across a string of ivory keys with her eyes closed. Alone in the morning room—for no one ever went into the morning room after morning—she found refuge when she needed it, a place where she could compose her wistful melodies without the threat of unwanted company. It was here she played now, having milked the story of her latest adventure for all it was worth. And it was here that she waited for her aunt to provide her with her next.
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The Peers draft 1
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Flee
The speed limit is somewhere around fifty-five—I’m going at least eighty. As the mountains fly through my peripherals in streaks of red, brown, and burnt-orange, my breath catches, and I find that I can’t bring myself to step on the brake. Cool autumn air blasts through the open windows, whipping my hair around my ears and eyes. I glance to the left at the river that runs alongside the road, taking hazardously long to stare as the afternoon light skips across its surface.
What a day to be alive, I tell myself, and for a brief moment I feel good. But the feeling doesn’t last, because at th
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