Category: Writing
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#cage
She was trapped in a #cage, except they called it a “cubicle.” At least rodents got wheels to run around on, all she got was miles of red tape. Her big project for next week was a ribbon cutting for a Ferris Wheel. Her company phone rang. There was no escape. #vss365
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#drink
Can I buy you a #drink?” He asked, plopping down in the stool next to her. She glared at him. “No.” “Wait, before you tell me to go shove it up my ass, I’ve got something I think you’ll want to hear,” he said, eyes darting about. He leaned closer. “It’s about your dog…” #vss365
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#eat
She only managed to choke down half of the piece of blueberry pie. Each mouthful tasted like sawdust. “It’s good, Grammy,” she lied through gasping breaths, searching for her water. “Just like you always used to make it.” “Shut up and #eat,” the old woman said. #vss365
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I love writing …
“I love writing but hate starting. The page is awfully white and it says, ‘You may have fooled some of the people some of the time but those days are over, giftless. I’m not your agent and I’m not your mommy, I’m a white piece of paper, you wanna dance with me?’ and I really,…
Nadine Kirzinger 