Category: writing shorts
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Collective Human Experience
I stare at the green button flickering on the screen. “Submit Here.” Until this moment, I felt writing was like a playground romp, twisting rope on the swing until I unfurl into a kaleidoscope of blurred trees and sky. The child-voice inside of me shakes her head, she longs for scraped knees and running so…
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Inherent Spirituality
As I stumble through doorways, the sun turns shadows into blazing particles of glinting dust, settling on the shoulders of a childhood friend, a sister and the man living across the street who runs in peacock blue spandex every morning. Another doorway and suddenly I realize I am standing naked in the middle of a…
