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“I’m not a very good dancer. I have two left feet. I hope you don’t mind.” “No, I don’t mind at all. I’ll follow you with no problem.”

The deck twisted to starboard, I pulled with all my might as a huge wave washed him onboard. He landed with a thud next to me. I yelled, “GRAB SOMETHING.” I knew this storm was far from over

“Your birthday present.” “What about it?” “I’m not sure what it is?” “You said it was just what you wanted.” “I know. I didn’t want to hurt your feelings.”

She wondered what he looked like. Was he tall, short, fat, thin? What color was his hair – did he even have any hair. His voice was strong, but she wondered about the mind behind it.

Something smelled disgusting in Tiniest cell. What exactly was the cause of it?

Writing about missing someone

Waiting for him to walk back through the doors.

You're my what? I'm your guardian angel. Oh, really.

D'banj is a take on the story from the bible with a modern african twist. A man who has nothing but his God in the world starts to doubt the God he beliefs in and finds sin in everything around him.

RainFall Hills Asylum, where the insanes get better or stay to die.

Poem about abuse.

Anxiety is the lingering ghost that haunts many. Rhyming poem about anxiety.

There are no second chances in life, and two blinks is all I got. (This story would probably be more meaningful, if you read it a second time.)

Unable to remember children's names a teacher has to wriggle out of some tight situations with ingenious ways.

With every love, a piece of one's heart remains. As repeated heartbreak takes its toll, can a desire for what was once pure and strong ever be satiated?

Miranda gazed at her image in the mirror. She thought of Lord Henry, in The Picture of Dorian Grey, who described Lady Narborough as having the remains of a remarkable ugliness. (tissue recommended)

She has an abusive father who would do anything to hurt her. Her boyfriend suspects something but doesn't know the severity of it.