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I'm Harry Situation, and write the Harry Situation Reviews and Sins of the Father stories
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Bugs and Insects
(: big or small... story or poem... fiction or non... no need to tag... thank you in advance for writing... I'll be sure to read and comment! :)
mstewart in Fantasy
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Bugs.

I am an ant on the earth. Insignificant.

I am a bee at my job. Busy.

I am a butterfly to my family. Beautiful.

I wonder if I am a pest. Do I bug you?

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What is your Disclaimer?
Give us that warning, that caution tape, that little bit of insight that peeks into your soul. Tell us what itches your insides when people cross that line so we don't cross it. All styles welcome, 500 Words or less. Tag me in the comments. Happy Writing.
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ThatGirlAJ
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Be Careful What You Say

I take words to heart and remember them forever. This can be both good and bad, depending on what was said.

Someone criticized my piano playing once, and I went from practicing hours a day to not touching a piano for almost a year. (I never touched the music ever again)

I overheard my older brother say I was beautiful about 10 years ago, and I still remember it so clearly, I can tell you where everyone was standing when it happened.

I was told that being nervous was a sign of immaturity, and to this day that comes back to haunt me whenever I have to speak or perform in public.

My dad told me once about five years ago that I cooked like my mom (AKA throwing random things into a pot and having it come out good) and I still think about it every single time I cook.

I remember things, and I remember them clearly. So be careful what you say to me if you don't want it to become a permanent memory for me!

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rosetempest
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A Quick Update

Hello, everyone! Hope you're all well. While I do plan on finishing and posting an entry for the current Challenge of the Week, I also plan on writing a piece dedicated to my grandpa. He passed away at the end of last week. I think writing about him will help me through the grieving process. I'm still very much in the denial stage. His health had deteriorated so quickly. His wake will be held tomorrow and his funeral the day after. I think the next two days will be challenging for me, but I'm going to do my best to grieve and cope in healthy ways that'll be a benefit to me as opposed to relying on unhealthy coping mechanisms, like self-harm. So I won't be too active this week, but I intend on being more active next week. Thank you for taking the time to read this. I appreciate this community and I want very much to continue being apart of it. Can't wait to read more of your work! Be well. Happy writing!

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LGBTQ+
Write a story about the LGBTQ+ community it can be any genre you want
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mariesmind in LGBT
• 14 reads

Her Name

his name was will

my cover story

the artificial relationship

created to please others

she had many names

she was everywhere

in the soft laugh i hear walking in the hallways

hips touching on the bus

hair running between my fingertips

as I braided her hair

she was the feminine warmth

the kindness

silky gentleness

undeniable strength

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LGBTQ+
Write a story about the LGBTQ+ community it can be any genre you want
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Riley_45 in LGBT
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her. [wlw reading. gay homosexual reading.]

she is pretty, not because of her physical features, and not by the magazine standard, even though she fulfils those too, but because her nose crinkles when she laughs, and she wears down people with her over-enthusiastic questions, and she wears that one shirt over and over and over again and assures me it was washed last week. she's reading narnia again, because it is her second favourite childhood book and it's june, and she is more open-minded than is probably good for her. she stops more for stray cats than stray dogs, and she follows a sign-language learning blog even though she isn't fluent by any definition in her mother tongue. she puts too much salt on her fries and then always gives them to me. and then we both need water. she hates the wind but she loves the rain, and she takes her coffee with one tablespoon of sugar and then a little more.

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Jedi appreciation day!
May the fourth be upon you, and know that all is forgiven, even if you are a Trekkie. because in the vast expanse of space, as long as you are not a robot, your life matters.
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cherries29
• 9 reads

Star Wars Month

Rogue One

May the fourth be with you.

Revenge of the sixth

May 8 – Yuuzhan Vong Day

The creator of Star Wars's birthday is on May 14.

Star Wars: Episode I The Phantom Menace was released on May 19, 1999

Star Wars premiered on May 25, 1977

Obi-Wan Kenobi had it's debut on May 27

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LGBTQ+
Write a story about the LGBTQ+ community it can be any genre you want
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Ryzaklin in LGBT
• 26 reads

Multicolor

My life is multicolor.

Every friend around me has chosen a stripe on a rainbow flag to declare their intentions. Each one standing proudly with their self-understanding and their newfound confidence in their own lives. Yet, I remain with no color, a flag gifted to me by a friend that includes black and white and only a triangle of color (search up the pride ally flag) as though my friends know I might never claim a flag that declares me a part of the rainbow.

I love them, though. I love it when my best friend brags to me about his boyfriend. I love it when the junior I adopted tells me about her last ex-girlfriend. I love it even when I can't remember their name because they change it every few weeks tells me in detail about how it feels to be attracted to 'everybody' even if I know they probably exaggerate because just because they're pansexual doesn't mean they don't have standards. I love it when my cuddle buddy tells me to calm down because he's not upset that I messed up his pronouns again - he never reminds me, so he thinks it's okay that I forgot (it really isn't okay to me though). I love it when my friend asks me whether her boyfriend would be mad if she kisses a girl. I love it when my senior explains to me how it's possible to not feel any sexual attraction at all and still be in a romantic relationship. I love it even when I can't keep track of names and pronouns and my entire world is swept up in a technicolor rainbow swirl so dizzying that I start to be surprised that my girl friend is dating a guy.

My life is multicolor. I may be uncertain, I might not know who I am or who I'm into, but my friends are whirlwinds of color that will keep me from ever getting bored. They add the color to my life that I didn't know was missing... because those who seek acceptance - whether from others or themselves - are the most likely to give it to those who need it.

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LGBTQ+
Write a story about the LGBTQ+ community it can be any genre you want
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Starshine1229 in LGBT
• 50 reads

To Be Bisexual

Oh, the beauty of bisexuality!

To like both girls and guys

Going about your day

Walking out and about

Admiring the beautiful people that pass you by.

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Gore, blood, and scares oh my
any style just make me sick to my stomach <3
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LouWoodfae in Horror & Thriller
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SOMEONE FAMILIAR

It can smell the blood in your womb,

causing its mouth to water, tongue to unfurl;

slithering quietly across the floor, searching

for you as it enters your room.

Connected to its painfully empty stomach,

its tongue is a long, scaly tube that is hollow.

It quickly burrows into your belly button,

sucking, slurping, a fetus is swallowed.

Writhing in pain, your stomach aches,

while you slowly open your eyes.

A fleeting glimpse of horror and death

suddenly changes its hellish disguise.

In order to gain access to you and all,

it reveals it has one and only one flaw.

As you look in awe, you never foresaw

the damn thing was your mother-in-law!

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Evil Times 3
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Danceinsilence

Part One - Evil Times 3 - Chapter One

Scripture quotations are taken from the Holy Bible

New Living Testament, copyright ©1996, 2004

Used by permission of Tyndale House Publishing, Inc.

Quotations used by permission from Bartleby.com ©1993-2004

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Foreword

This is the first in a series of books with a vast number of characters.

Janis Baker, a Lieutenant with the Montie Police Department, is a divorced mother who shares custody with her son.

On most any given day, the city of Montie is a quiet city. There will always be the occasional public drunk or speeder, and yes, people and places get robbed. Suicides, domestic disputes, and barroom fights happen.

It has been five years since an attempted bank robbery; two years since anyone went missing, and every now and then, an unexplained murder will take place,

Montie goes way back in the history books, but the events that are about to take place will rewrite Montie’s history for a long time to come.

In small steps, Lieutenant Janis Baker, and her partner, Ed Manning, work on unraveling a series of brutal murders. Murders that lead Baker and Manning, to one dead end after another.

One of those dead ends being that Baker becomes a target.

The killer is smart enough to leave no clues as to his identity and has his own code of justice.

The action is fast paced.

Welcome to Montie, where every day is more than just an adventure.

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Prelude

A young boy, age 10, in the state of Maine, was sentenced to a mental hospital for extensive evaluation for setting a fire that killed his parents in 1995.

A young girl, age 10, lost her parents to a tragedy, also in 1995.

Neither one knew at the time their lives would intertwine.

She went on in later years to get married and have a son and attend the police academy.

Twenty years after he was admitted to the institution, he escaped. What would become of him would change both their lives forever.

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Death hath so many doors to let out life.

The Custom of the Country. Act II. Sc. 2.

Beaumont and Fletcher

Godly people find life, evil people find death.

Proverbs 11:19

I open every door and put every evil person

I can find where they belong‒‒in hell.

Freddy

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Friday - May 14th - 9:07 p.m.

The crime scene unit had just finished and were leaving the Marcus Arms Apartments where a dead body had been discovered.

The victim: Arnold Kilpatrick, retired two-star Army general, formerly attached with the 317thAirborne Division, was found face up on his living room floor. A widower for seven years, has left two sons and one daughter behind, who would be notified prior to the autopsy if possible.

The general was a mess.

His throat was slit with a smooth-edged blade, and a large X-shaped pattern that went from left shoulder to right hip, and right shoulder to left hip, had literally opened up his chest. The two slash grooves were three inches deep. Probably done after the throat. There appeared to be little struggle, giving Lieutenant Janis Baker the impression the general probably knew the perp.

Carl Macklin, Senior Forensic Pathologist, explained to her that he would have all the prints found, numbered, and identified within a few hours. The scene provided no hair samples anywhere in the apartment that appeared different from the general’s gray hair that was now a bloody mess across his chest. His head had been shaved bald. There didn’t appear to be any skin residue or blood marks under the victim’s fingernails to indicate a struggle, but scrapings were taken just the same.

There was a note attached to the victim’s body.

LIVE ON RAEH.

Lieutenant Baker had a strong suspicion they wouldn’t find the perp’s prints anywhere.

Ten Minutes Earlier

Mrs. Mattingly heard a knock on the door.

“Yes? Who is it?”

“The night janitor, miss. I need to check the plumbing in all of the bathrooms on this floor.”

Mrs. Mattingly opened her door one inch to see who it was. She wasn’t aware her building even had a janitor, especially one at night.

She was still scared and shaking over what she had seen across from her at the Marcus Arms Apartments. That poor man being killed! She knew it was her civic duty to call the police right away. What frightened her most; she thought she recognized the killer. That made it all the worse for she thought him to be a good and justly man.

What she didn’t realize is that the killer saw her, too.

The slight opening of the door was all it took.

The night janitor kicked the door back, causing Mrs. Mattingly to stumble backward and fell to the floor. She was seventy-eight.

“Oh, my heavens! It is you! I don’t believe it!”

“Believe what you want, you old bitch! I’m the last thing you’ll ever see.”

He bent down overtop her and swiftly sliced her throat, and hurriedly made the sweeping arcs of the X across her chest, and then spent a few moments with her eyes.

He popped them from her sockets with the tip of his blade, and then placed them in his pocket, underneath a plastic raincoat covered in blood. He then scribbled a note with his left hand, writing the words backward.

LIVE ON EES.

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