creative writing
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Monday. Tired as I am, the world feels wide awake. The sun is warm and I can almost smell vanilla in the air. Today I Can: Breathe Deeply Alarm for 11:30 Appointment at 2:00 Wonder AloudTuesday. The sun is out today, but the brightness of morning hurts my eyes. Something stinks like gasoline. Today I…
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Paint a picture of the American West for me. Paint me sprawling yellow deserts and blue mountains reaching to the heavens, arches of red rock and dusty ghost towns beneath stone spires. Draw me the abandoned mine shafts, the long lonely highways. I want to hear the sad twang of guitar between that night sky…
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It only takes a cursory glance at my blog to know that I have a special affinity for dogs. Their joint history with humans, the dichotomy of fear and love that can make a dog a protector or violent monster, the wolf just beneath the surface. They are both the family dog chasing a would-be…
from the pen of icarus blake 