Writing
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Mushroom
Words slip through my fingertips
every so often.
Experiences in foreign countries,
meeting new people, and even falling in love—
all boiled into delusion.
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The Listener
They tell me their stories
All the fun here and there
They tell me their lessons
What they chose to hear
They tell me their worries
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The house on third street—chapter six: Emily
Max stopped dead, in front of her “Felicity— this is a bad place to freeze!” He said guarding her
“City, move!” Payton said grabbing her arm
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The house on third street—chapter five: The monster
“All of the sudden I want to uhh go somewhere else” Max said, putting himself in front of his sister and Payton.
“Whatever’s out there, or… whoever’s out there, say your name!”
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The house on third street—chapter four: A new world
Max’s grip tightened, fingers trembling. “Emily is gone. Payton just—”
He swallowed. “—just vanished.”
His voice dropped, raw now.
“I am not losing you too.”
“Then come with me”
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The house on third street—chapter three: Closet terrors
Max skidded to a stop beside her just as she reached the doorway.
“Emily?” Felicity called, her voice pitching higher as she stepped inside. “Payton?”