creative writing
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It’s nearing 1AM and we’re still giggling like little kids. We’ve been talking and laughing since we got in bed at nine. With our fingers entangled, our hope for decent sleep is out the window but these are our favorite nights. It’s on nights like this that we slip back in love and I remember…
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I’m barkin’ up the wrong tree again. I snuck my way out of my fence. I’m here causing trouble where I’m not supposed to be. And I bet you’ll make a fool out of me. I’m sweeter than sugar, real nice. You buttered me up, took your time. You’ve got humor and charm, just enough…
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I was so lucky to grow up with a magical forest behind my house and a dusty shed to play in. Ingredients for mud pies were plentiful and discarded dishes made all the difference when I pretended to host Food Network shows. Cars didn’t drive by very often so our bikes and scooters owned the…
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I’ll run my hands along your thighs and wonder if your heart pounds. I’ll kiss along your collarbone and look for goosebumps on your skin. My vision gets hazy while your hands get lazy and I can feel my heart twist in my chest. Where is your head at? Why do you squeeze your eyes…
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Hold my hand and hide behind me. Guess I’ll grab the door. “I hope we never change. We can always be like this but more!” Dinner at 6, always home before dark. Talk about showing me off then snuffing out the spark. Tuck me in and go on your way, I wonder what you do.…
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Lush eyes look back at mine, encouraging and kind. Your hand never touches mine but the magnetic force of you pulls me wherever you’re going. I want to follow you better than anyone else ever could. My eyes sparkle and my feet stumble towards the edge, feelings of danger mistaken for butterflies. You walk with…
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My memories of you with my friends are tinted red. Wait- green? No, red. I think of sitting next to my friend on her bed when your name came up on her caller ID- “We’re just friends!” I think of my mom and aunt in their painting clothes, windows open wide for the world to hear me…
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