Sailing

The wind in my hair and the smell of salt in the air. I lean back and relax. I am sore from the day but what does that matter? The laughter and smiles live in the air, and I get a break! That is, until we hit a reef.

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The Nazi Medic

The mixture of emotions inside of me. I must kill Jews and save Nazis. I run to a dying man's side, only to see he wears the Star of David. What is the difference? My orders: leave him and tend to my own. Torn, I kill the man out of mercy.

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An apology

I'm sorry for not keeping this up and not writing more. I hope to now write at least one a week, and build this up. Please keep coming, as there will be much more!

Thank you.

Fabric Art

The fabric slid through my fingers and landed on the floor, it's folds destroying the frayed edges. Each garmet was a journey, an art piece expressing a person's identity. What would I tell this time, so that some would know me by just a glance? My machine hummed and I worked on love.

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A Rant

I'm fucking pissed at this world. I'm in pain, my head is fuzzy, my heart wanting, my schoolwork waiting. What have I done to deserve this? Where is my comfort, my love? Not here. Soon, not now. I pull out my work, slowly do it, at the end I will have my love.

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