Writing
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There was no music only a punching bass that reverberated off the walls in order to provide some type of distraction to the victims inside. They were all victims and most of them had not even realized it. What else would you call people who were slaves to an external force that they could not…
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The sky turned a beautiful orange, pink and purple. The clouds swirled by in thick green whisps. It would have all looked pretty amazing, if it was not deadly. Parents saw the puffy green clouds and started rushing their children indooors. Office drones that first noticed the clouds spread the words throughout the cubicles. It was…
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Although i had never seen him, I could feel his gaze everytime I walked past the door. It was like a chill so severe it burned. In the rare occasion where the door was left partially opened, I would steal small glances into the room. However, fear kept me from looking at the creature full…
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I did not lose today’s post. I did not forget about it or refuse to do it. I simply got caught up working on another project. And sometimes, that is more important. See you tomorrow!
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Autumn stared at her computer. The usual executives walked by not once noticing her vacant gaze. As long as the work kept getting done, she could be in a coma at her desk. Little did they know in those moments, she might as well have been. She was beyond the cubicle walls, away from the…
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Flames licked at the walls of the castle. Banners burned and armor melted. Thick smoke flooded the halls making it impossible to search for an exit. Word spread throughout the town of the fire. Soon all the townspeople stood outside their homes watching the devastation. It had long been rumoured that the royal family dabbled…
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It was dark by the time I left the office tonight. There was a crisp chill in the air. As I walked to my car, I saw a group of people playing kickball in the street. The players were all in their late 20s, early 30s. They wore suits, ties and dress shoes. The sound…
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I saw the man unloading boxes from his truck. There were these old wooden crates that you just do not see very often, except in the movies. His clothes appeared to be just as out dated as the crates: plaid suit with a white shirt and a bow tie that rivaled his mustache in size.…
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It is late, dark and cold. The sound of dripping water is starting to get to me. I sit here waiting for him to return. He promised that he would find help and come back for me. Never once do I doubt his faithfulness. It is only a matter of time before I am safe.…
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A post on why I push myself in my career and in my writing. Sometimes I need a reminder as to why I must continue to work so hard. IAmPhoebeJane.com : What Drives You?
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