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If you asked me 5 years ago, I would have said I wasn’t creative. There were many reasons why I felt that way, but they all simmered down to 1 thing: I didn’t feel like I deserved to do so. It is an unspoken rule that the title of “Creative” is something that must be…
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Prompt: Write about the secrets carved in the door. The old wood was scarred with years of secrets. Words twisting, turning, and overlapping, covered every inch of the door until it breathed in the dim lights of the hallway. The carved words spoke in whispers, in voices echoing their physical presence.Some smooth and quieted with…
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Part : HERE Part 2: HERE John could deny Franz nothing. He had loved, guided, taught, and supported the lad from a young boy to a young King. Seeing how seriously his boy pinned for the princess of his dreams, John knew he would not rest until he had met the maiden. And so, he…
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Part 1: HERE King Stefan’s rule was both prosperous and fair, as such, there were many condolences to accept, visiting dignitaries to greet, and bequeaths to distribute. King Franz did this all with as much decorum and grace as he could muster in his grief. Through it all, his second father, John, stood by his…
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Part 1: Prologue King Stefan had been confined to his bed for months. In vain physicians from around the kingdom and surrounding lands had been called by the Crown Prince Franz to cure his ailing father. None were able to restore the good king’s health. Day after day, Prince Franz diligently performed his duties of…
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Part 4: Here I paced my small chamber until I grew dizzy from making sharp turns in a small place. I sat I on my narrow straw mattress, with my head in my hands, and my elbows on knees that bounced with trapped energy. Tonight would be the final act of our ill-planed play. Whether…
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It’s not about the stupid tattoo. Just like it wasn’t about the party he skipped, or the ranch he never took me to, or the Valentines date he let his best friend crash. It isn’t about the birthday left uncelebrated, or the coffee dates I arranged, or the parties I planned, hosted and cleaned up…
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I had a dream last night. A terror, a nightmare, vision, or just a dream. A dream about him, about me, about us, and about her- She is always a subcurrent in such dreams. In my dream, we were standing face-to-face. For the first time in 4 years, we were together. Even in my dreams…
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I am a romantic, demi-romantic. On the surface, that statement doesn’t make sense. But, the fact is: I love, love. I binge read romantic web comics and books, fawn over sweet animes, and consume rom-coms by the dozen. Far from being afraid or disgusted by romance, I am addicted to it. I just don’t experience…
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We would be eating pie right now. That’s the kind of couple we were. Snipping like grandparents, teasing like kids. Sharing and stealing our slices in turn. That old Village Inn, with its peeling paint and faded sign, Has been replaced by a pizza joint. But that’s what memories do- Change. Four years ago we…
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Bringing Mae Flowers 