TW: Suicide There was commotion in the stairwell today, The girl next door had hung herself. Outside, men draped the building with shimmering, lustrous string lights, Someone- completely unrelated to the dead girl next door- was getting married.
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“What happened?” “Oh, people are dying.” “Where?” “Everywhere. Gruesomely, awfully, unjustly, just look around.” “Oh, yeah.” “Yeah.” “Do we cancel our plans then?” “Nah, let’s roll.”
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“Grandma, come-on already, we have to leave before the ashes asphyxiate us.” “Hush, child, I mean to stay, I wish to hear the story the volcano is ready to tell us. It has been silent for too long, and it has been silenced for too long.” “What does it have to say?” “It’s telling me
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The slow spinning fans did nothing to abate the tense, humid, arid warmth of the classroom. Tensions ran high, pens ran slow. The clocks ticked, and so did nervous pens at the whims of nervous ticks; and sheets of papers were created that would dictate the quality of their author’s life from here on out.
In the universe, Two eyes. In those two eyes, Two balls of glistening tears. In those two balls of glistening tears, The universe
This picturesque grove. These ancient white oaks and their shady, leafy canopies. The playful sunlight dapples the leaves and the hungry chloroplasts engulfing the photons. The fluttering birds. The sun-kissed flowers. The babbling brook. The patch of freshly-dug earth in the middle. The headstone. A picture-perfect grove, a graveyard.
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Open your eyes. Look around you. Fear not the hauntingly empty void, you are one with it. Open your eyes, let them penetrate into the impenetrable darkness. There are no photons here, yet see how majestically the green aurora shines. Open your eyes. You can spend an eternity here with your eyes closed and yet
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