By Olivia Yayla
Category:
Fiction Writings
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Always complaining, if I’m being transparent…
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There is nothing to eat here. I’ve been scouring the trash bins for days now, and no one seems to have a great-tasting rotisserie chicken. One that’s freshly seasoned with …
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He rolled into an alley and parked. He got out and lit a cigarette as he approached the door. Four knocks, a pause then another knock. The door opened a …
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Giggles clawed out from the gapped bottom of the bathroom door. I listened in.
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I am still too young to understand that Mommy and Daddy are Santa Claus
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The beauty of being enlightened by all perspectives is unmatched to any other experience, you just have to be aware enough to understand.
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Like zombies they all began to swarm…