freewriting
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inaction. Deep inside there was a feeling of balance. The immovable object lived inside her gut, her head, and her soul. In her steadfast reserve, nothing swayed her. Chocolate or vanilla? Doesn’t matter. She could appreciate each equally. A beautiful sunset was nothing more than the earth’s rotation and weather patterns. Food, regardless of the… Read more
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He knew her before he knew her name. The ebony hair on the white pillow. The pale and nearly translucent skin. A barely breathing corpse. It was just like his dream. He knew this was why he had studied and trained for years to become a doctor. Just to fulfill this dream. It was her. … Read more
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Do you remember me? I remember you. I remember your smile and the curve of your face. Your laughter was my melody. Your heartbeat was my rhythm. The gleam of your eyes when you focused on me. On me and only me. Or, I thought it was on me. Rather, you didn’t see me. My… Read more
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“The privilege of the writ of habeas corpus shall not be suspended, unless when in cases of rebellion or invasion the public safety may require it. Article One, Section 9, Clause 2. – U.S. Constitution. As far as I know, this has never ever been invoked. Well, invoked in the continental 48. I think that says a lot.… Read more
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She checked her watch. It was an older piece, something not made anymore, but still functional. It remained correct twice a day. The streets were empty. The air was bare. She felt slightly disrespectful by moving as it caused little unseen winds around her. She had caused an expenditure of energy that was not needed. … Read more
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