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Love and Japan

By Stephanie Havel(pen name Yuki Yamada)

Chapter One

Acqua

Do you remember that tree in your backyard? That huge one – I think it was taller than your house, and maybe even tal

He sat on the doctor’s examination table, holding the back of the thin cloth gown tightly behind him as the doctor sh

Love is a masterpiece

Warming every room

Passing into each new bloom

Fearing what not t

Dusk it begins

The sound rushes in

It drowns out everything

It’s been a long day

The man in sunglasses, Dennis Hu

Switch my writing from left to right

and to the beat of a different drum.

My eyes are now wide op

Chapter 3: Frieda



Frieda had just done the stupidest thing ever. She’d just said yes. She ha

Chapter 1

Joyce’s frail hands were clasped across her chest. A journal, its leather

“In times of darkness, the world’s eyes are blinded. All they see is the darkness, wishing it to disappear and

singing through the questioning silence of Another, coming out of the breath of the earth and the fog, shifting the loose n

The Bane of the Dust-Maker

By C. M. Lanning

    Nights irritated me the most, made

    “So it is true, the Chosen has once again been reborn?”  His grave voice echoed of

SETTING:

    A music room

CHARACTERS:

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" Can I ? "

If you have ever asked yourself this simple question,

You have just answered

"What are friends for?"

They exist to support, to understand, to love

Life has it’s

Life is but a dreaded picnic.

The Picnic

The other night I dreamed of my brother Bo. He was standi

Chapter 1

The dawn of adolesense was quickly finding a way to change some things about his body.

He

bedridden,the sunshine was grey

isolated like an island

my drugs were useless

as my sou

The food we eat has lost its taste.

It’s fructose, salt and carageenan.

Subsidies encourage w

Jade ran. Her legs ached and there was sweat running down her face, but she couldn’t stop, not now. Tears ran down he

Contemporary poetry

simply lacks allure for me.

It is full of adjectives

but at the end

    Desclozeaux had never met Edgar Swift’s family, but after it all happened, he wished dearly that h

" I wait with forlorn hope, that someday I will see your beautiful diamond eyes again."

"Fish Out of Water"



     You slam your locker door shut and push aga

While sitting down to breakfast 

I’d ordered beignets and ginger sesame dressing

to top

They were almost there. It was only the Hendrickson clan that year which was fine with John. His sister’s house had b

"Do you Believe in me?"  asks the tree bearing fruit "I Believe in Belief" says the nail that 

The deep blue velvet drapes hung expensively either side of the sash windows allowing me a slight but very effective nook i

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