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Sleepy Hollow summer trails
This trail
this trail was too hard
way too hard
pushed me
emotionally and physically
in a way that left me nauseous
unable to breathe
shaky
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if only
I worked hard on it
we worked hard on it
cardboard piece by cardboard piece
completed with neon yellow construction paper and pipe cleaners
hot gluing the cardboard
a big cardboard circle on the bottom
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Norbert the Norwegian Maple
It stood there since before yesterday
before last year
before we moved into this house 7 years ago
before I was born
before
before
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The "bejeweled" stapler
This was for a prompt where you choose an object and write about it - my object was a mini stapler covered with plastic gems.
The stapler sat on the pedestal-like black block
small, but still bound by gravity
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So much bigger than us
When I visited my cousin in Washington DC
it was
so
loud
so
many
people
everywhere I went
people
people
Loves
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Mixed— chapter six: The bugs curse
But Seraphina’s golden eyes never left me.
I collapsed face-first onto my bunk, groaning into the thin pillow. “Well,” I mumbled, my voice muffled by the fabric, “that went great.”
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Mixed—Chapter four: The spell
My Luminor throbbed in my pocket, restless, flickering colors no one should see.
The laughter and murmurs swelled until the doors at the end of the hall creaked open.
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Mixed—chapter three: Enemies made
Her red eyes flicked toward Seraphina. “She saw it. When your stone shifted.”
My pulse quickened. I wanted to deny it, but Juniper’s gaze was steady.
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Mixed—Chapter two: Purple stone?
I grabbed my uniform jacket and stepped outside into the crisp morning air. The campus footpath was empty. Too empty.
A stone whistled through the air toward my head.
“Extravaganzis!” I snapped.
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Mixed—chapter one: the bug
I woke up, my feet brushing against the carpet as I pushed out of bed. Beside my uniform, my Luminor glowed a steady green, brightening as I shook off sleep.
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A Farther Flight
One day I hope to leave
this world encapsulated by a wall far too high for my eyes
to reach.
Looking up is an exercise
that twists my heart in the process
because when did movements