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Author Archives: rsix6

Journal 6: anaphora

I remember back when Grandpa used to take us fishing. He was so full of life. Our trio sitting in the boat. Bass basically jumping in How simple the day had been. If only the three could be together again. Old Reynold is gone. The third is off in college and Ryan is just barely […] Continue reading »

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Journal 4

Version 1 The cows stand under the trees in the wet grass, lifting their necks to pull leaves down. We slow the truck, pull over to the side of the road to watch them. How graceful they look, how unlike themselves. We get out and lean on the fence. The cows don’t seem to notice […] Continue reading »

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Journal 3

Version 1 They told me not to adventure in this dungeon but screw them. I’m as dumb as the boy in class eating glue. Now I’m cornered like a mouse in an angry Nan’s larder. Evil gleams in the creatures eys like hot fire Its mouth hangs agape with a hunger like a starving village […] Continue reading »

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Journal 3

Version 1 They told me not to adventure in this dungeon but screw them. I’m as dumb as the boy in class eating glue. Now I’m cornered like a mouse in an angry Nan’s larder. Evil gleams in the creatures eys like hot fire Its mouth hangs agape with a hunger like a starving village […] Continue reading »

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The Next Thing Always Belongs

The dreary night hangs over Port Island City. A clock strikes 12 with a thunderous clang in the distance, a boy crashes to the ground from atop a tree, Hmph gravity is one mean mother. The somber night is rent in two like a shack in a hurricane. The backbone of America revel now, who […] Continue reading »

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Personal Universe

Taste: Vinegar, Sand, Steak, Tomato, Salt, Copper, Butterscotch, Vanilla, Ramen, Burnt Popcorn, Stale bread, Subway, Chocolate, Eggs, Alcohol, Bitterdrink Touch: Silk, Controller, Fire, Metal, Rubber, Mahogany, Cashmere, Fuzzy hair, Dog, Cat, Screen, Pokemon, Steel, Dishwater, Syrup Smell: Ocean air, Sea-salt Ice Cream, Popcorn, Petstore, Coca-Cola, Alcohol, Ramen, Rancid Crab, fresh rain, pollen, New books, musty, […] Continue reading »

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