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This one is pretty close to me. It's a revamp of a short story I wrote back in 7th grade. ♡

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The reek of decomposition seeps through his respirator. Bile rises and stings his throat, stomach churning as he attempts to peel the sweat-soaked undershirt from his skin. But the hazmat suit gets in the way, and he gives up with an impatient huff. Fluorescent orange pigment splatted in the vague form of an “X” looms over him, taunting, laughing. It bleeds into the minuscule valleys and cracks in the concrete—unlike the polished marble of his own wing—yet the smooth vertical seam running through the center remains untouched. His years as the iron-stomached CSI he prides himself to be are stripped from him, and for the first time in what feels like forever, fear joins the anticipation.
December 25, 2025 at 9:30 PM
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One of my favorite passages. I love this character. 💜

First time I'd ever touched romance, too, which is fun.

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The route to Martin's was only three miles long, and despite the fact this was the forth time she walked with me, she beheld everything as if it were the first. Where I saw nothing worth noting, she saw a story. Homes that had withstood the test of time with their tin roofs and mildewed, termite feast paneling. Sun-bleached children's toys abandoned in the grass. A distinct lack of innocent laughter, of juvenile creativity. I could remember, vaguely, when it was still there, but I found I couldn't remember when it had ceased. She saw the effort put forth in the dilapidated shops with hand-carved signs from raw slabs of wood, selling small luxuries despite the lack of new business. In the unwavering smiles of people going about their day, although grown weary with a hard life. Where I saw nothing but a drab, washed-up town, she saw what brought it to be—love, pride, hope. Admittedly, at first, I thought it was a crock of shit, but that lilting voice dripped with honey-thick passion lured me in. Every word held me captive, spellbound. And suddenly, I began to believe her. “—Can't wait ‘til my family gets back. Show ‘em ‘round, y'know?”
December 24, 2025 at 12:13 AM
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Y'all ever look at something you're writing and just
January 29, 2025 at 7:22 AM