Fiction

    A story? Yes, I have a story I could tell, if you will listen. I first heard it on a night much like this one, a cold, quiet night, sitting by a bright fire. Now let me think, how should I begin? Hm. Ah, yes. I think I know.

I know it’s nearing closing time, the woman in the red dress left long ago, 
in the arms of another man. 
Sometimes I wonder if I stay out late to avoid what’s waiting for me. 
There is nothing quite so lonely

    Once, there was a king who hated everyone who wasn’t like himself.

Blair was only just sitting down when the doorbell rang again. She just rolled her eyes as her brother went to open the door. She turned to her friends, helping them set up for the day.

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Teacher, listen, give me a chance!
I'll explain what happened, as well as I can.
It's a pretty long story, so try to stay attentive
this explanation is long and inventive.

I finished my paper late last night 

I'm doing a free write for class and I like how it's turning out. Not going to be super long, though.
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    I walked down the isles of the grocery store. I picked up a box of cereal and put it in the cart. I looked at my shopping list. Only three more things. But I just couldn’t find the….

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“Honey, I need you to cook dinner again tonight. I have to stay at work late and grade papers.” Her father’s voice crackled, and then he hung up. Sorin sighed and shut off her phone. Third time this week. And it was only Wednesday.