Sent Letters

this isn’t a love letter.

K: This is the only way I’m able to tell you all of the things that I don’t have the confidence to say out loud. December 19th, 2013 was the first day I went without talking to you since the time we discovered each other sometime earlier in that year. I was locked away without any communication, and when I did earn my privilege for a phone call, you were the first person I asked…

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Sent Letters

i kind of feel like you don’t respect me.

CM, Alright, so I don’t really know how to say this without coming across as a bitch. I don’t like being asked to do anything sexual, and I absolutely hate being asked for the same thing more than once. I know [km] talked to you about it, and after he did it seemed like it only took you one day to forget. But whatever, it’s okay, I never said anything about it, and instead of…

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Story

he saved me.

MH and I take our take our daily ride. It was more silent than usual. Although we were no more than three feet apart, our minds were thousands of miles apart. This was not normal. We usually talk about what we are thinking, but lately it seems as if we are distant and disconnected. But I still love him, and always will. I watched the little colors dance around in the sky. The yellow miniature…

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Story

arrested.

The cold metal against my bony wrist sent a shiver down my spine. Officer Greene grabbed my arm, his touch was firm with authority as he led me to the back of his police car. I sat down and sighed, the new leather squeaked with every move I made. He slammed the door shut, I studied his face behind his dark glasses. His brow was heavy with disappointment. He had just turned another teenager into…

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Story

this was a bad type of good.

“Tag! You’re it!” I yelled as I ran away as fast as I could. My little feet stomped on the dying grass of my neighbor’s yard. I took a quick left turn, and hid behind a small trailer. “I see you!” M exclaimed. He ran over and tapped me on the shoulder, “You’re it!” “I don’t want to play anymore,” I decided and sat with my back propped against the tire. “What do you want…

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