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My Pretty Little Egg
I have this little egg that I take with me wherever I go; it’s pretty and shiny and I take good care of it. I’ve grown quite fond of it and I like looking after it, it gives me purpose.…
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The Waiting Room Revisited
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I Am Become Death
“Get mad! These wolves around you have chosen the wrong fight; they have chosen the wrong adversary. Show them the error of their ways, make them regret the moment they thought they could take you down! You will scorch the…
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The Waiting Room
I sit here in this waiting room, my own personal hell, this dark, small, waiting room; I sit here alone, waiting, hoping the operation will be a success. Days turn into weeks and I have yet to make contact with…
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Calvin the Hippo
Calvin the Hippo I am not like other hippos. Many would not know it, but it’s true. The main problem with being me is that I have to look for happiness in other hippos. I have none of my own,…
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Living in the Dark
The upside to living in the dark is seeing better at night.
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She Had Blue Skin, And So Did He
She had blue skin, And so did he. He kept it hid And so did she. They searched for blue Their whole life through, Then passed right by – And never knew. – Shel Silverstein, “Every Thing On It”