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How It EndedHe’s the same age, but so naïve.

She finds herself leading in their relationship, taking him to new places, showing him that the odd is not always bad.
A year after they’d parted, a mutual friend brings up the topic of him and his recent downfall, and drops the line in “You were the one who led him down that path, anyways.”
No, she wants to protest, I just showed him what he wanted to see, helped him live. Instead she just bites her tongue and lets the conversation change in flow.
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It happens more often until she’s convinced that How It Ended
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Under the StreetlightsI heard about your death today. The article said an accident, that you ran out at the wrong time. It happens, I guess, but you weren’t the sort of girl to who that happened. You always were going to end up softly spoken at 40 with a teenager and a divorce from a brute that didn’t deserve you. Now you’ll never have your child.
Years ago, when we were celebrating your birthday, the four of us sat outside your house late at night and played a game where we knocked on dark doors and ran away, laughing. Somehow, we ended up running down one orange-clad street and onto another one, and despite how small our town was I had never seen th Under the Streetlights
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Tuck-in TimeDaddy said he left us because of Mommy’s double standards. After he’d gone, I looked through her purse for them, but they weren’t there anymore. Maybe she lost them, or they got packed up. There was something called double-ribbed though, was that it? Couldn’t she have thrown them out and let him stay?
I miss my Daddy. He used to pick me up and throw me in the air, and then he’d throw me to Sherri. Sherri watched me when Mommy and Daddy went to the movies. She’d come over, play hide, and then we’d get into jammies and watch movies until Mommy and Daddy came home. I fell asleep on the couch while watching movies a lot. Mommy used t Tuck-in Time
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Losing TouchA re-occurring theme in this publication has been the loss of simple conversation with all its intricacies, replaced instead by technology and all the new promises it holds. However, we were once in another situation similar to this back before we were born, when our species learned language. From there, we proceeded to slowly lose touch with our surroundings, fixated on specific sounds and dialects, until this world that we now live in of concrete and wires replaced the trees and breezes that used to inform us as to what was happening around us.
This is happening once again, but this time we are focused on electrical signals not Losing Touch
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Mon Feb 5, 2007, 1:45 PM

It's been a while. Am now working at the Seneca Buzz (not my real name! Anything but that!) and was recently promoted to section editor for the Campus section. Much excitement.
Had a long period of dry, but returned to form with this rough draft. The prompt was to describe how silence felt.

Nothing has a sound. It is awaiting, expectant, holding its breath as it sits on edge trying to make out what I whisper. The sound of promise and previously uttered words being stored. When no one makes a noise you can hear everything that was said before.The sound that quiet makes sticks to my skin, collects, and layers, branching into patterns that jut out from each other. They crystallize on top of each other, but curl up burnt on themselves as they leave the soft light of the bedroom and enter the flourescent kitchen. None of the other apartments are making noise and the kettle's roaring turning to screaming wakes one or two of the people nearby, I'm sure. The light above stops buzzing as it cuts out and I lie down in a quiet bed on a silent floor as sleep creeps in.

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