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"I wish you were never born!"
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" You might want to sit down before I tell you this"
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" Cíara… I love you"
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Butterflies.
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"T I double GR ER. That's how you spell Tigger".
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Childhood fondness.
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"Do you really need to eat that?"
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Curiosity.
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"You're fat enough as it is, you don't really need lunch"
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Low self esteem.
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"The ear is made up of three sections…"
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Present.
By Cíara Morgan
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"I wish you were never born!"
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" You might want to sit down before I tell you this"
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NO!
Hurts.
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" Cíara… I love you"
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Butterflies.
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"T I double GR ER. That's how you spell Tigger".
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Childhood fondness.
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"Do you really need to eat that?"
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Curiosity.
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"You're fat enough as it is, you don't really need lunch"
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Low self esteem.
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"The ear is made up of three sections…"
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Found it.
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Present.
By Cíara Morgan
Literature
Childhood
When I think of my childhood I think of being alone and money being worth a lot of cents:
I was in first or second grade when I started setting my alarm clock for 630, waking up without hitting snooze, and running myself a bath. Afterwards I dressed myself in plaids and stripes and polka dots and went into the kitchen for a bowl of cereal which I ate while staring at my backyard or watching cartoons. On my way out to the end of the driveway to wait for the bus, I went into my mom's bedroom and gave her a kiss goodbye, as she continued to sleep.
When I got home my mom would tell me two things:
"I was scared to death – I thought I slept
Literature
Childhood Memories
Time became lost,
As i relived the memories flashing through my mind.
Wanting to explode from my mouth,
Poisonous words clawing up my throat, choking me.
The words i had practiced over and over again in front of the same mirror for years
It was dragged back down my throat,
Dissolving into the acid of my belly,
Never to be heard,
But by the ears of my screeching mind.
They could tell that they had gone over the line.
A simple question had been asked,
Then silence clung to the awkward room.
She realized her mistake
Concerned when signs of anguish showed in the flash of eyes
Quickly looking away,
My jaws clenching.
"So, tell us all about
Literature
Alpha's Heirs CH 39 Wolf's Bain
How low the proud will tumble
When wisdom flies away
Defeat will woo her quarry
And death win souls this day
“This is not a normal summer storm,” Shikoba began. “Evil is testing his prison bars. It’s time to prepare ourselves.”
Late at night, one week before Midsummer’s Eve, Mathuin met with his friends in the shelter of Pieter’s barn. A violent summer storm materialized as if by magic and forced them inside. Outside, rain and hail pummeled the vegetation, and frequent flashes of lightning ripped the blackness of the night sky. Thunder rumbled and reverberated from the walls of the valley.
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