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I am a 28yo living in Denver, CO. I have been a writer all of my life, it is the only thing that makes sense to me. I wish I could do anything else with my life. I wish I could climb mountains, run marathons, save lives or simply sing a song. Instead I live with a keyboard and paper under my fingers, hoping the words come today and when they do they don't die in the trash bin.

As the crowd gathered under the large white tent, the noon sun was still warming the cool autumn morning. Men and women in black suits and skirts stood beneath the canopy, some stood in small groups talking while corralling energetic kids, others sat silent and stared. Some of them held hands and some wiped away tears as...

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Published 5 years ago

"Excuse me. More wine for the madam?" the waiter asked, while holding a private label wine bottle wrapped in a thick white cloth.

"Yes please," she said pushing strands of auburn hair from her face as she looked up at the waiter.

"And for the gentlemen?"

"Of course," he responded sitting up a little.

They...

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Published 6 years ago

How They Met

“Cream or sugar?” the waitress asked, hovering over the table with a half full coffee pot. Her question was an attempt to spark a conversation in the empty restaurant but they had done this dance every day for two weeks with the same outcome.

“Black, please,” he responded without looking up...

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Published 6 years ago

"PUT ON A GOOD SHOW"

The place had a smell to it, urine, sweat, dirt, little kids and guilt. The carpet was patches of colors and threads all of them covered with brown and red stains. Every flat surface was littered with bald Barbie’s, broken toy soldiers and matchbox cars.

There was a noise to the place. It...

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Published 6 years ago

He reached down and brushed the side of her face with the backs of his fingers before cupping her left cheek with his palm. Her skin was cold and rigid beneath his touch, not at all how he remembered her flesh. His eyes were focused on her skin, so pale it had a blue hue to it made by the fluorescent lights. He bit his...

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Published 6 years ago