Simply-Kayla
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Reading is not for everyone. In fact, I think my Dad has read one novel in his life. He may argue he’s read more, but that’s if you count Arnold Schwarzenegger’s workout guides. Hey, I wasn’t always a reader either. Up until the second grade, I think most of my teachers didn’t think I could…
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I was falling asleep when the faint outline of a door appeared on my ceiling. I was thinking of what I had to do the next day, when I started to notice it. The outline was blurry though. I was falling asleep- maybe it wasn’t actually there. No, there was definitely a door on my…
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She’s ignorant of eyes that follow her, They stare at her black hair and olive skin. The eyes are transfixed by this enchanter, Gazes hard enough to be mortal sins. She is ignorant of the craning necks, To better hear the smooth notes in her voice. No sound is more beaut’ful amongst that…
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The train arrives promptly at eight o’ five And she takes a seat at the farthest bench. Heart beating fast, telling her she is alive, Escaping a life that was so entrenched. Surrounded by unchanging ideals That only altered in the depth of night, Make this moment feel so unreal, And she hardly…
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This story is not about being a hero, but it’s the truth. A couple years ago, I tried catching up with “The Walking Dead”. I was just finishing up season 3 when I decided to spend the weekend at my Dad’s. His little secluded house is in a town called Beach Park where, despite its…
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Do you want to go shopping? Who even goes to the mall anymore? Unless you need to buy something you don’t actually need, are a high school girl hoping to run into your crush, or want to drop your child off on the mall train (one way ticket please!), you really have no business going to…
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No introduction needed – this is simply my Dad. Me: “Dad, do you have mouse traps?? I think I just saw a mouse!” Dad: “Go to bed.” Family exits vehicle. Dad: “Where are my keys?” Me: “Dad, the car is still running.” Me: “Less than 5% of the population has the same blood type as…
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I feel so judged. Yeah. I feel like that’s the thing. I’ve never had a friendship that long. As a rule, I tend to root for the woman. I got you. The one time I met her, they were in the corner. The corner! She was not what…
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The twin-sized, metal-framed bed creaks every time we move, each creak more unsettling than the last. My parents and I have been relocated to a social center in the center of the city, and the bed is our only private area in a room full of other families. It’s a single room but fits about…
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It’s FUCKING real. This is how complicated it is. Right. I’m like, the worst person. I was there and trying to be present? Making a big deal about it. This is a special thing because why? Exactly. It’s not about that. I think it’s about giving people a chance. We all make different choices.…
