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A boy shoved into a wall by harsh hands; a savior arrives.
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Memories
I remember lying in bed with you, longing for a deeper connection. You would always sleep with your back to me, in an almost fetal position, as if you were physically guarding your heart. All I wanted was to touch those scars that ran down the center of your chest, but you told me you were not okay with someone else's heart beating within you so I let it be. The look in your eyes when you woke up in the morning; the sleepy surrealness of a dream playing at the corner of your lips, and the early morning light goldenly surrounding your messy hair like a halo was enough to quench any thirst I had for you. It was enough to resonate in me for a lo
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Bad for Each Other
He's thirty-eight years old and he's driving his girl back to her home, a dormitory on a college campus. He's twice her age but they make love and rest naked under bedsheets and talk about everything.
With the innocence and naivety of her age she looks at him, eyes bright, smile young. He sort of laughs, and they both must understand the ridiculousness of the situation. But they're addicted to each other and make great art (even though it was just an evening to hang out, not the time to spend the night and fuck and enjoy the company more than they should).
A giggle. "Am I allowed?"
She leans towards him, has a flash in her mind of kiss
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Impatient
If you talk to anyone who waits at red lights or cares about fashion or owns a gun, they'll know a thing or two
about all of us; all of humanity. We are all flowers, we are all little universes, we are all the underdog future.
And maybe this is completely true, and maybe some girl pierced her ear in the 8th grade bathroom, and maybe you
have sand in your shoes from that visit to the beach last week. What does it matter, is this an absolute?
We are all pieces of God, we are all forgetting about Heaven, we are all waiting politely for death to break in
through the bathroom window. You can ask the stains on the sidewalk, the birds who refus
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My first very short story, yay! This was written for the 
Theme of the Week, a 12 word story about myself. Good luck unraveling the hidden gems in this one~ Please tell me what you think and what it means, I would like feedback, feedback and constructive criticism is good.
Theme of the Week, a 12 word story about myself. Good luck unraveling the hidden gems in this one~ Please tell me what you think and what it means, I would like feedback, feedback and constructive criticism is good. © 2012 - 2024 IntricateSunlight
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There are times when I dip into writing six word stories but I never thought of limiting myself to another low number, like a dozen words.
I find this interesting because of how you can interpret this short story. The sharp imagery of "shoved" and "wall" leaves you to take this literally but having the boy being backed into the wall also means that it can be seen metaphorically.
I have to say, I really like this. It's a simple idea but it's been executed well.
I find this interesting because of how you can interpret this short story. The sharp imagery of "shoved" and "wall" leaves you to take this literally but having the boy being backed into the wall also means that it can be seen metaphorically.
I have to say, I really like this. It's a simple idea but it's been executed well.