Author: HeatMarie
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Cursed: A Demon’s Haunting
There is no sanctuary in this cold, dark room. The feelings of isolation and fear have completely consumed me and so I sit here with my back pressed into a corner, hoping that the walls are enough to hide me from the demon who haunts this place. He was not…
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My Weird Mind
You will never understand my mind. It is weird, different, and always thinking. I have tried so hard and so many times to make people understand my thought process, to make people see the world as I see it; for if they did, they could understand me. I would no…
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A journey Not done
The potentially last “nice” day of the year will not be wasted. And neither will the progress I have made. Even though there is so much more to accomplish; I will forever be proud of how far I have come. I might not be exactly where I want to be…
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Bad Writer
“Like a bad boyfriend, my muse only shows up on a rare occasion with a bottle of wine, just to fuck me. He brings with him another woman. She is beautifully breathtaking in her black dress with her long blonde hair. If it wasn’t for the way she walks with…
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Sunrise
Nothing is more terrifying than walking into the unknown. The frame held me captive and as the hands of the clock continued to move; I waited for the magical moments: the right person, the right place, and the right time. Well, It took me long enough, and I am here…
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JUST ANOTHER MOTIVATIONAL POST
We will not grow if we do not understand our failures or if we sit blindly behind them pretending they do not exist. Your bad days happen and they happen for a reason. They are your lessons.
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Lessons of the Past
The candlelight enhanced the smell of sautéed peppers, onions and garlic. I stuck my fork into a single noodle and took another bite of Granny’s goulash. There is still something I am missing from her recipe that I can’t quite mimic. I should have payed more attention when she cooked…
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Fear Coffin
I am falling. My foot slipped on the wet stone and unlike all the other times before, I am unable to balance myself. I gasp for breath. My automatic reaction believes that the air in my lungs will cushion the ground. I am alone. I have walked miles: down cobbled…
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How I Blog
Write. . . Grab the headphones, the incense. Realize you don’t have a lighter. Search for twenty minutes, make it feel like an important excavation. Tell yourself every five minutes, “Oh, you don’t need a lighter, just fucking write.” Tell yourself again that it’s important, you will fail without the…
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