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MirrorsPlates of glass, covered in dust, Images reversed in light and magnified in darkness Reflects radiance dazzled, Luminosity diffused In an echo of spaces. Obscurity is splintered.Mirrors
A telescope or periscope
A spy glass to see magnified
That the looking glass leads to A disgrace of a wonderland. A shattering shield granted Seven years misfortune, forfends Garlic and crosses, glisten Flash, twinkle, appear and seem.
by ~asbolutely
The Thrills and Spills...of Part Time WaitressingThe Thrills and Spills...
I am a part time waitress at a small local restaurant. But if you might think small means it’d be a piece of cake, you’d soon be eating your words.
Events in a restaurant can generally be separated into one of three categories: the good, the bad and the ugly. We get dibs on the leftovers or a meal of our own if the restaurant isn’t too busy as well as many drinks as we have the spare moment to pour. There’s the inside knowledge as well, such as how it was okay to clear the plate of the lady who didn’t eat much because she had had her stomach stapled a few week
by ~asbolutely
English LitLan Novel BeginningThe board screwed to the railings read “WeT”. With a little ‘e’ and uppercase ‘T’. It seemed to have been painted in the same shiny black as the railings, except the paint was peeling and the wood was splintered and the metal fence it was fastened to was brown with rust and yellow with lichen and only black in the rare spots where the black had stood its ground. Daisy gripped two bars and jumped over easily, stopping only to brush a few black flakes off her hands.English LitLan Novel Beginning
It was a cloudy day but behind the clouds was sun and it made the clouds cast shadows onto the ground. If you looked for lon
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Moving OnYou were the love of my life some time ago Broke off from the others, I tried to find you My shining star, I long to be part of your Heart, to be held by you, loved by you.Moving On
And when you hid away, ran from me I fled the scene - you embarrased me Got to get out, I thought, get away Over the hurdles I ran, and sheltered You were the last thing on my mind.
But as easy as it was to get over you Sometimes I sit back and think, wonder I could've tried, another opportunity to Regret - what might have been? It burns inside me, nagging doubt All my questio
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Waiting to see some of your submisssioooonnsss!!!
I'll go ahead and watch you right back *narrows eyes* yes, watching veeery closely!
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Decorated./Matryoshka
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