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"Cigarette?" he asked temptingly.
"No, I don't smoke," I lied. The man shrugged and returned to his greasy hamburger, sauce dripping down his fingers. My gaze was carried to the pack of cigarettes lying idly on the table, whispering alluringly into my ear. Come on. A single one can't hurt, I heard them say. I neeeded a distraction.
"So... What's your, uhm... Favorite grocery store?" I asked awkwardly.
"Walmart." Damn. It didn't work. The cigarettes still had me seduced.
"Okay. Just one."
"One what?" the man responded, "One Walmart?" My mouth moved without my command, spelling my defeat.
"One cigarette."
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planting 5% complete
everything smells like dirt
tilled ground freshly unfrozen
dust in the air clouds the horizon
the sunsets more vivid
there’s a breathable fungus I’ve read about
I worry the soiled air will invade my lungs
mississippi valley ground gain sentience in me
still it’s sweeter than the scent of snow
driving along quiet roads
there are so many tractors lit up
trawling late into the night
making up for lost springtime
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The Marsh
The First King of the Isle hated magic. It was he who outlawed it, and his hatred seeped like a curse into the land and water until both were turned against beings of mystic power, and the only place left to them was neither of these, but both at once. Hunted and pursued, they fled there, and many went further over the sea, until few remained on the Isle.
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A man was drowning as the witch watched. He wore armor, and the tabard of the crown, and he’d blundered into the marsh without knowing where to set his feet.
He would kill her in an instant, if he knew she was there.
But he was drowning, and so she forced herself past her fear, a
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dismal/distant
you're far away again.
& that's fine, i guess,
because it's not like we made any promises
to stay close;
i just thought maybe we would.
& i'm fine, i guess,
because i don't need anyone,
even you;
even if sometimes i feel like i do.
i've changed a lot, you know,
& i thought maybe you'd notice,
but you didn't.
& that's fine, i guess;
by now i know you don't really
pay attention.
& i'm fine, i guess,
even if i wish
you did.
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FFM 2013 Day 8 Challenge # 4: Write a drabble - A story with excactly 100 words.
Done! Title is not included.
Quit smoking today and live longer!
Comments/Corrections are as always very much appreciated.
Done! Title is not included.
Quit smoking today and live longer!
Comments/Corrections are as always very much appreciated.
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