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Modern society and the busy people who inhabit it

ACT I Setting: a hipster coffee shop where twenty-somethings flock Nadine: Wait just a second, I’ve gotta get a picture… Charlie: For Instagram… yeah, we all know. Nadine: Gotta give the people what they want Char— Charlie: [cuts her off] … Continue reading

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She Dreamt of a House with Five Rooms

  She approached the door to the house with timidity. Crossing the threshold into a dimly lit room, only small slivers of light spilled across the floor from the dusty window pane on her left. She placed one foot carefully … Continue reading

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Oppressed, but trying.

When my mind is idle it will always be found hiding in the mountains. When my mind is working diligently it will always be wandering back home to find the clean air and gritty soil. To rest in the quiet … Continue reading

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To: the guy who cat-called me,

Does it make you feel big, like a skyscraper—so tall, to call out to random women on these dirty, city, streets? You say, “Hey baby, won’t you back that ass up?” And I say nothing, but my cheeks grow red, … Continue reading

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