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Allison S.

Allison S.

I may not be an amazing writer. But I’d like to be.

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Allison S.

Allison S.

I may not be an amazing writer. But I’d like to be.

8
Writings
3
Followers
1
Following
C-PTSD

Allison S.

1 min read

The sun finally rose and filled my eyes

Bright blue finally glowed and filled my skies

The wind flows through my soul and sighs

Even though the night was long


I smile more

I see the open door

I feel like I did when I was four

Even though the voices were strong


I look back at where I once stood

I thought back then I never could

I wish I could hug me and tell her she would

Even though she’d scream...

Poetry

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Goodbye

Allison S.

1 min read

Stuck in the desert

Dying of thirst I saw blue

The mirage was you...

Poetry

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Sacrificial Lamb

Allison S.

5 min read

“No crowds today,” he thought. Perfect.

With a cane assisting his limp, Ulrich leisurely strolled down the narrow, hedge-laden path.

He hated the hustle, bustle, and overabundance of new noises that modern living brought with it in recent decades.

Ping. Ding. Brrrang. Level 4! Call from John.

Ear-drum-shatteringly loud music from crackly car radios. He missed a slower-paced way of life back in his...

Crime, mystery & thriller

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Plastic Benjamin

Allison S.

5 min read

I hate that I’m going to have to pretend.

I abhor pretending.

I took a deep breath as I saw the two of them round the brick building corner from the parking lot, staring into each other's eyes and hand-in-hand like a stupid Disney sitcom.


“Charlotte!” Sam skipped up and swung her arms around me in a strong squeeze. I haven’t known her too long, but we’ve already become so close.


She beamed all w...

Crime, mystery & thriller

2
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A Special Occasion

Allison S.

5 min read

“Marlboro Reds. Two.”

The older gentleman grunted, reaching into his jeans pocket for a torn and faded wallet which had long seen better days.


I got off the stool and opened the cigarette cabinet with the cluster of keys that hung off my khakis. I slid him the boxes and he slid me the money, as if it were some kind of a strange, western stand-off.


“Thank you, have a great day,” I yawned.


He sto...

Romance

Humour

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Pride

Allison S.

1 min read

Treasure what you have

Do not shame, do not humiliate

and do not brag

The wind goes as quickly as it came

Life giveth and life taketh away...

Poetry

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Is It Real Love?

Allison S.

1 min read

My greatest fear is this, my dearest friend:

That if I find my “destined angel” there,

With eyes that gleam so bright and beautifully,

A snarling wolf beneath will eat the sheep....

Romance

Poetry

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