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Hands in Mine

     Sara stared across the table at Ava. She seemed different, almost sadder. It had been eight… no twelve years since they had seen each other. Their last mission together seemed like a lifetime ago. Their love even farther away than that. It was for the best though; they needed a break from each other. A break, yeah…. a year turned to five turned to ten, and now here they are, complete strangers. 

     Without Ray or Nate or Charlie around, the ship was too quiet. Ava still hadn’t spoken a word, and Sara couldn’t find the right words to say. “You never came back,” Ava said, almost nothing but a whisper, “You never called. You never wrote a letter. You never came back…” A tear rolled down her cheek before she roughly wiped it away with her sleeve.

     Sara sighed and spoke, “You didn’t either. I left the door open for you. It isn’t all my fault.”

    Ava scoffed, “Your fault? Everything was your fault. Now, everyone is gone, and I have no one!” She stood up and headed out the door.

     Sara couldn’t find the strength to move or speak as she watched the love of her life leave yet again. “You have me,” she choked out as Ava disappeared into the dreary, dark night. 

[I’ve recently been binging Legends of Tomorrow, and the representation in this show is amazing! If you haven’t watched it, I highly suggest it.]     

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Sara stared across the table at Ava. She seemed different, almost sadder. It had been eight… no twelve years since they had seen each other. Their last mission together seemed like a lifetime ago. Their love even farther away than that. It was for the best though; they needed a break from each other. A break, yeah…. a year turned to five turned to ten, and now here they are, complete strangers.

    Without Ray or Nate or Charlie around, the ship was too quiet. Ava still hadn’t spoken a word, and Sara couldn’t find the right words to say. “You never came back,” Ava said, almost nothing but a whisper, “You never called. You never wrote a letter. You never came back…” A tear rolled down her cheek before she roughly wiped it away with her sleeve.

    Sara sighed and spoke, “You didn’t either. I left the door open for you. It isn’t all my fault.”

   Ava scoffed, “Your fault? Everything was your fault. Now, everyone is gone, and I have no one!” She stood up and headed out the door.

    Sara couldn’t find the strength to move or speak as she watched the love of her life leave yet again. “You have me,” she choked out as Ava disappeared into the dreary, dark night.

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The Noise

It started as a light tapping on my bedroom, never getting louder or closer, always there; it wasn’t until I heard my door creak open that I realized I wasn’t alone.

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“I’ve been searching for you everywhere,” the deep voice growled as I felt that familiar dread creep up my spine when my father was around.

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The Life of Hair

Growing up, I was always the blonde haired and blue eyed little girl. Dresses, bows, shiny black shoes, pageants… My long, golden hair flowing past my shoulders as I pranced around in puffy pink dresses with scraped knees, bruises, and dirty nails. I hated it. All of it the dresses. The smell of hairspray. The awards for beauty. I was four.

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High school was rough for everyone. My hair was a light, golden brown that settled well past the middle of my back. It was always pulled in a ponytail. No hairspray or bouncy curls, long gone the shiny golden blonde that it once was. I wanted to cut it, but my mother never allowed it shorter than past my shoulders. “But, it’s so pretty when it’s long,” she would say, and I would drop the subject. In its messy bun or ponytail it would stay.

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Blue, purple, green, pink… my hair has been a plethora of colorful hues since I graduated high school. It was cut short, much shorter than my mother’s liking, but I loved it. It was my form of expression. I loved my purple hair, the way it was always out of my eyes, and I never had to worry about having a hair tie around my wrist. I miss my purple hair….

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For Sale:

A bag of hair from any celebrity you could imagine. Harry Styles. Chris Evans. Sarah Paulson. You name it. It could be yours if the price is right. 

Call for prices. Different size bags. Best offer.

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Hands in Mine

     Sara stared across the table at Ava. She seemed different, almost sadder. It had been eight... no twelve years since they had seen each other. Their last mission together seemed like a lifetime ago. Their love even farther away than that. It was for the best though; they needed a break from each other. A break, yeah.... a year turned to five turned to ten, and now here they are, complete strangers. 

     Without Ray or Nate or Charlie around, the ship was too quiet. Ava still hadn’t spoken a word, and Sara couldn’t find the right words to say. “You never came back,” Ava said, almost nothing but a whisper, “You never called. You never wrote a letter. You never came back...” A tear rolled down her cheek before she roughly wiped it away with her sleeve.

     Sara sighed and spoke, “You didn’t either. I left the door open for you. It isn’t all my fault.”

    Ava scoffed, “Your fault? Everything was your fault. Now, everyone is gone, and I have no one!” She stood up and headed out the door.

     Sara couldn’t find the strength to move or speak as she watched the love of her life leave yet again. “You have me,” she choked out as Ava disappeared into the dreary, dark night. 

   [I’ve recently been binging Legends of Tomorrow, and the representation in this show is amazing! If you haven’t watched it, I highly suggest it.]     

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Mitchell Todd on TikTok

Three Gleeks walk into a bar. Posting part 2 right after this!! Brittany S. Pierce: @baked0potato Santana: Cash Maciel.

This TikTok is probably one of my favorites. I was a huge Gleek, growing up, and my fiancé and I like to rewatch it when we get bored. It amazes me how much time and effort people out into this. Tv Shows are works of creative writing, and recreating scenes from them isn’t an easy feat.

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Micro- Manifesto

Blogs:

As someone who has been on Tumblr for 5+ years, blogging is definitely an underrated form of writing. I've been writing for as long as I can remember, and Tumblr has always been a safe space to share my writing. I also think it has vastly improved the convenience for sharing one's work. Someone from the other side of the globe could be reading your writing with the click of a button with the help of the internet, of course.

Social Media:

TikTok has been a recent guilty pleasure of mine, and while it is considered social media, I think it is a great platform to share writing ideas. I've watched thousands of videos, and the work and thought put into these sometimes 10 second videos never ceases to amaze me. It is literally a form of art. Again, someone hundreds and thousands miles away could be watching your art with the click of a button.

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The Noise

It started as a light tapping on my bedroom, never getting louder or closer, always there; it wasn’t until I heard my door creak open that I realized I wasn’t alone.

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I really enjoy 100 word stories. They really show you that it doesn’t take hundreds of pages or thousands of words to tell a story. These stories are short sweet, and to the point. I really like this one specifically. It’s unique; it tells a story that may not be what it seems on the surface. Is it a literal or metaphorical drought?  

[carlylovescats]

Try this 10.3

My cat Nugget

The cutest little guy

Always looking to play

He’ll bite me all day

He loves to snuggle

But only on his terms

Ears like a satellite

You can never sneak by

He loves snacks

Meows until he’s fed

He loves being outside

He always comes when he’s called

And loves to play with his ball

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My dog Tender 

The ugliest big guy

Never wanting to nap

He never bites, no way

He hates cuddling

Nothing on my terms

Nose like detector

I always have to creep food by

He hates anything green

He dislikes being inside

He never answers when he is yelled at

And likes to roll around with his brother.

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Farewell

My body no longer aches

as I toss and turn in bed,

and my hands no longer shake

as I try to type this letter. 

Life is....

beautiful,

magical,

a gift...

A gift that I can no longer bear.

However,

do not mourn for me.

Do not wish you were in my place.

Instead, 

look for me

 in the stars of the night sky, 

in smile of my children, 

in the letters I have written...

Look for me, 

and know that I am at peace.

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Pennies From Heaven

The first penny is found the day after it happened. It rests on the pillow where he slept. I flip the coin over and over in my hand, searching for an explanation as to how it got there. No one was home. He is gone. Where did it come from? 1962. The irony isn’t lost on me because that was his birth year.  I smile sadly and put it into a jar. 

The next one comes a few months later; it finds its way into my shoe. Running late for work, I shove my dirty sneakers on to my feet and rush out the door. It isn’t until a few hours into my shift that the object in my shoe becomes bothersome. When I slip my show off, I laugh and glance up towards the sky. “Thanks.” I roll my eyes, shove the penny into my pocket, and return to work. A second penny is added to the jar.

Walking along the sidewalk on the first date with true love, a tiny copper cent catches my eye. Lincoln stares at me like he knows all of my secrets. As I bend down to pick it up, she watches me with curiosity. I shrug, pocketing the coin. “Pennies from heaven.” She smiles and tugs me into the ice cream shop. When we return home, I put the penny into the jar that has found its home on our new bookcase.

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The Life of Hair

Growing up, I was always the blonde haired and blue eyed little girl. Dresses, bows, shiny black shoes, pageants... My long, golden hair flowing past my shoulders as I pranced around in puffy pink dresses with scraped knees, bruises, and dirty nails. I hated it. All of it the dresses. The smell of hairspray. The awards for beauty. I was four.

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High school was rough for everyone. My hair was a light, golden brown that settled well past the middle of my back. It was always pulled in a ponytail. No hairspray or bouncy curls, long gone the shiny golden blonde that it once was. I wanted to cut it, but my mother never allowed it shorter than past my shoulders. “But, it’s so pretty when it’s long,” she would say, and I would drop the subject. In its messy bun or ponytail it would stay.

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Blue, purple, green, pink... my hair has been a plethora of colorful hues since I graduated high school. It was cut short, much shorter than my mother’s liking, but I loved it. It was my form of expression. I loved my purple hair, the way it was always out of my eyes, and I never had to worry about having a hair tie around my wrist. I miss my purple hair....

[iamdetour303]

[staff]

U.S. Supreme Court Justice Ruth Bader Ginsburg spent her entire life fighting for justice for women, people of color, the LGBTQIA+ community, those with disabilities, and those who suffered religious persecution. Her life’s work was dedicated to helping those who need it most. 

There are many people on Tumblr expressing their grief, fear, sadness, anger, and pain tonight as we all process her death. Feel whatever you need to feel right now. Let it out. It is healthy. Reach out for a little help if you need it. That’s healthy, too. 

And then, when you’re ready, consider making a plan to honor the woman who fought for all of us with civic action. If you have spare time, consider using it to phone bank or text bank for an official who could use the volunteers. If you have spare cash, find a legal aid or bail fund to assist someone who needs it more. If you have the opportunity to help out anyone, seize it. If you’re eligible to vote, please vote. People like RBG are why you have the right to do so. 

[heatherlux17]

Maze Runner

http://www.100wordstory.org/maze-runner/

Narrator is endlessly wandering a never-ending path. Plot twist ending. 

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I’m no artist, and I hope this is legible. 😂

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We hadn’t seen William in at least two years when we went to pick him up at the train station, and we were killing time waiting for him by pointing out weird people we saw. I was doubled over with …

Two friends, waiting for a third friend, begin pointing out weird people, except one of those weird people is their friend.

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Lily and Hadley stare at each other in disbelief. Lily holds the key as Hadley holds the locked box.

“Hands,” Lily almost growls, “Give me the box, so I can save our lives.” Hadley glances at the large man as he watches them.

“No, we don’t know what happens when we open it,” she states as Lily and the man lunge for the box...

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Courtney (in her sleep): Hey, how did you guys get 6?

Me: What?

Courtney, repeating the question perfectly: 6? How did you get 6?

Me: Go to sleep.

C: No.

Me: Yes because you’re already asleep, and I have no idea what you’re talking about.

C: *more sleep mumbling and cute snoring*