Author: HeatMarie
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The Fall
A single star wavers in the darkness, blurring the boundaries between the physical world and phantoms that haunt me. It threatens my mind, making me wonder if the monsters are mere figments or something far more real.
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Cursed: Chapter 4
Haley was taken by surprise when her friend Brittney arrived at her apartment. Despite being exhausted, Haley’s birthday celebration took an unexpected turn when she was prodded about a mysterious man on the trail. The evening continued with a dinner outing that brought back painful memories and an unexpected guest.
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Onwriting: Volume II
Sigh, I really hate the parts of me that cannot make up their damn mind. Have you ever spent three straight hours on one paragraph, saying to yourself, “this is just horrible!”? If so, you know my frustration. Every paragraph, every line scrutinized in ways I never thought words on…
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Onwriting: Volume I
“Heat, you forgot a space between ‘on’ and ‘writing’.” No, no, I did not. I am using my creative liberty to create new words, or so I hope, I can never keep track of what other people are doing and inventing. Anyway, what is onwriting? What does it mean? Who…
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Rainbow Shards
Each piece of broken glass echoed as it shattered on the kitchen floor. Perhaps, it was irrational, a moment of insanity, but she didn’t care. She grabbed another off the shelf and let it slip from her hands, watching as it fell to the floor between her bare feet. Again…
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The Wild Kingdom
My mouth was replete with the strong taste of fresh earth. It was hard to choke that one down. But I did. After all, we are on an adventure to break through the bolts of consciousness that hold the doors to all the other worlds. It’s amazing what a writer…
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Stars in the Darkness
Turning my gaze up to the sky, I watched the stars as they twinkled above me, and in my head made them tell me a story of two distant lovers who would have given their last light to be close to one another.
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Inconsequential Doll
Damn it, dolls aren’t supposed to have fears, or thoughts, or feelings. They are just dolls! I . . . am just a doll. a soft sound escaped with my breath as I closed my eyes tightly, praying that in doing so it would remove me from this reality.
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The Path
The paths we take are not always paved in straight lines with directions telling us which way to go. Often the paths we need to take are dirt washboard roads where it is easy to get stuck, get lost, and find yourself alone. You will deal with a situation you…
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Talk To a Friend
You are your own worst enemy, and it’s time that we change that. I sit here with a song on a repeat, Talk to a Friend by Slaves (if you don’t know this song go listen to it then come back). I do this because it is important to remember…
HeatMarie 