Category: Stories
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Fleezy’s Advice
When I was growing up I had this friend, lets call him Fleezy. (You know who you are) At the time (8th grade) I thought he had it all. It wasn’t until around the end of high school that I figured out what made him so cool and popular. He had learned a very simple…
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My Story: Best Bus Ride
This weekend I took Abby and Becky to the fair. It was my roommate Lola, Abby, Becky, and then my parents. I know that my mom needed a little bit of a break because of Abby throwing her tantrums now, so I came up with the idea that they could take the bike and Lola…
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My Story: Lies
I lied. I have finally resorted to breaking my own morals just to make Seth go away. I really am at wits end now. I told Seth that I cancelled having text messaging on my phone just to hopefully get some relief from the nastiness I’ve gotten since Saturday. I won’t let him consume…
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Second Hand Smoking
Second Hand Smoking She takes another drag as he stares. She blows the cloud to the side, curving her lips as to kiss the smoke goodbye. She does it so perfectly nonchalant that it in itself is poetry in motion to him. A serious conflict for the walking truth commercial that is he. He still…
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My Story: Loss of a friendship
Have you ever had the feeling of knowing that you’re surrounded by people all day and still feeling like you just don’t exist? That’s the feeling that I’m surrounded with today, although I can’t quite pin point why. My boss has been on my ass all day about all this work done for the auditors,…
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My Story: Thinking too much…
Last night ended up ending just about perfectly, I couldn’t have asked for it to go any differently. Morgan actually found the time for dinner! Although I know I’m not very exciting to her, she humored me just the same. The waiter that I have become accustomed to at the restaurant near my house…
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An Open Doors Program Alum
Growing up there was always this thought in the back of my head that I was more intelligent than I should be or somehow smarter on the inside than on the outside. I have no idea how to explain that. Anyway, this “intelligence” barred me from really identifying with people. Sure I could…
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My Story: Dinner with Morgan?
I sit here at work wondering how I ever got myself into accounting. Heaven knows I don’t do well enough with my bills, what makes these people think I can do a good job with theirs? But I must be doing something right, I have no schooling for accounting, and yet I’ve been here for…
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My Story
I’ve decided that every person has their story. And each individual story has it’s past, present, and future; amongst it’s truth, lies, and everywhere in between. But what’s the point in having a story if you never open up and share it? I can’t guarantee I’ll find the time to write every day, especially with…