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Vscocam Filters by mrshpotter
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Hubris by furtive
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(in greek tragedy) excessive pride towards or defiance of the gods, leading to nemesis.
Triangles by sfogliatelle
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Audrey likes James, James likes Anjelique. Audrey hates triangles, James loves obliques. copyright © eliza. april twenty-fifteen.
Goddess by minorvice
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if nothing else works, call your mom. poetry #9
Dear Siri by Royalreter
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A series of open letters to Siri.
Rhapsody by voyageur
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A shoebox collection of short fables, stories in verse, discontinued manuscripts, and other fluffy curio. Featured by Wattpad under "Short Story" from October 2013 to 2015.
Sleepwalker by humored
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When the quiet girl in Clayton Hugh's chemistry class comes knocking on his door at five in the morning barely covered up in her little pajamas, inattentive, and drooling like crazy, he has no choice but to take her inside. But once Lucy Walker wakes up inside a room she has never seen before wearing an over-sized t-shirt and gym shorts, you can imagine the pure panic setting in her. The subtle addition of Clayton entering the room shirtless doesn't help much either. After three years of fawning over him, leave it up to her sleepwalking to finally get Clayton Hugh to notice her.
Overheard by spectrums
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This is simply a collection of dialogues that I create (mostly to expand the fences I've naturally built around my writing skill set). Nothing more, nothing less -- unless your brain takes my words and twists and contorts them into something much more beautiful than they ever were on the screen. Some texts may be flowery, some may be concrete. Just as easily, some conversations will be playful, some may make you want to punch a wall, and some might just make you sad. I do apologize in advance, if that happens. Don't worry, I'll be writing various talks that are airy and infinite and joyous, even if I am, none of the above, a great deal of the time. I'm writing these all to be as real as the rabbit hole I fell down, long ago. They may or may not be real is what I'm trying to say; I'm not quite sure, to be honest. Or they might just be moments of delusion in my mind, or that rabbit hole, I was talking about previously. © Jake Sullivan, 2014
dumb. by promethean
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the blips and bleeps of writing. (a series of shorts)
good morning, sunshine by simrandha
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a story about them; through a series of texts. "you don't need to meet someone in real life to meet the real them" 「 copyright @simrankdhaliwal highest rank - first in short story lowercase intended for stylistic purposes 」