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The Summer of 1942

It was the summer of 1942. The waves of war rolled over the cities, staining every corner in smoky ash. Stolid factories rose into the sky and grayness poured into the heavens, splaying across the tires canvas draped over the land. It rang in everyone’s ears, from the elderly in their rocking chairs by the…

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Until the End

I feel like I’ve been waiting my whole life for something that isn’t going to happen. If I close my eyes, I still remember that night of the full moon. There was a milky puddle of light on the sidewalk that I could barely see because the window was fogged from my breathing. I kept…

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Stories with Soul

So I’ve been creepily stalking Orson Scott Card’s website, hatrack.com, and I was reading his post on stories with soul. And you know, somehow, I got it. I read that same post a year or so ago, and I didn’t understand it. At least, I thought I did, and I was wondering why other people made such a…

700 Stars

There was once a girl who had heart cancer. The doctors told her she didn’t have much time left, so they took her off the breathing machines and told her to enjoy her last few months. The next day, her grandfather told her a legend: if you folded 700 stars, that night they would fly…

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On Writing… and Editing

I just read an old writing piece writing piece of mine, written back when I was ten years old or so, and I noticed quite a number of errors and such. I couldn’t take the pure sucki-ness of the writing, and I thought that through this blog I could somehow redeem myself… hopefully. I’m just…

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Confessions of a Girl who Used to Like Twilight

(Did I capitalize all the right stuff there? Whatever.) Okay, I used to be addicted to Twilight. I would search through the internet for the movie version, too, and plague my grandfather’s computer with viruses while I was at it. Heck, my Breaking Dawn copy was so worn out that he had to tape it…

The Dirt Road

Spewing hazy dust clouds High up in the air The car rattles down the dirt road, buckling Under the weight of six Three children squished together in the backseat Rosy cheeked and wide smiled A man and wife sitting up front Hoping for work And letting their kids have full bellies One tired and thin…