My apartment building is just another red brick building on a street of red brick buildings. The only thing that changes as I walk down the street is the golden …
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Fiction Writings
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The boy pressed his face against the glass, and the fish behind it startled.
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What is next?
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His drunkenness was finally stirring and soon he would have to exit single-minded onto this deathly isle of lost souls and darkened delights.
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Hope just meant there was something left to fight for.
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If the tips of my fingers didn’t fear the frost of an icy bite I’d try and write despite not knowing if she’d found another man to fill the void …
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I remember you. Not because I want to. But because I can’t stop.
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Despite having just gotten off of the night shift, he had already bought and dropped the acid-dipped cigarette
