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Checkmate_contest entry

Checkmate Dan sat cross legged on the floor, a chess board between himself and Einstein. The thick carpet cushioned his numb buttock, relieving the muscles bunched there. The board itself was nearly clear of all but for a handful of pieces. It was anyone's game. His finger rubbed his hairless chin. Across from him, his brilliant opponent made a move: Queen to C13. Clever, Dan thought to himself. He bluffed a Bishop to B2, but before he let it go, he swiped it back to A13, its original square. Einstein was not pleased with this and squealed his disapproval. "Clever, but not more so than me," Dan allowed a small smile to cross his lips. "Dan

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Literature

I'm always free

  Tonya Bell Writer’s Workshop I’m always free I’ve been a good girl for years. Every night I pray, every morning I tell my parents that I love them, and I never tell a lie. My dreams are light and cheery, my thoughts are as happy as my spirit is joyous. So when one day beautiful angel wings spouted from my shoulder, I wept in happiness. I fly high above the world, gliding in the sky with white fluffy clouds by my side. No one sees me as I spend hours reconnecting with myself beneath the stars, a smile never far from my rosy lips. I tell my family of my discovery, but their reactions to my blessed wings a

Request from my friends Literature

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Rogue Literature

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Personal Pics

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Literature

By my honor

With each new cycle of my life New names brand my front The year on my back Rather I be destined a foot soldier Privileged as a Corporal Honored a hero One thing shall remain the same: My place in this war Neighboring the strap of a shotgun In combat; honor and glory Cradled within the fist of a donning father Buried tight beside my fellow carrier We both do our part to identify Charlie The faceless names of our brethren Shining light on what is dark I swing by and by Thumbing against and with The steady rhythm of our march Down the line of soldiers Straddling and holding for dear life Are my fellow clones

Random from school

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Literature

Christmas poem commission

On the Eve of Christmas, as the snowflakes drift, in the distance, the Big Man prepares for a full night of giving. Elves in the workshop, wiggling their little toes to the beat of the holiday carols, heads dipping to the constant rhythm of busy hands, hoping to see grateful smiles from receiving children. Through the heavy snow, in the massive stables, which glow in the night like a thousand beaconing fireflies, crowding the enchanted sleigh; stomp and neigh nine reindeer, outfitted with clear ringing bell straps: Santa's flying fleet. For a single night only, for one and for all, a lone man, immortal and ancient beyond years, and his ent

Point commissions

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Literature

Birdie's Lullaby + visual

Heaven—the ending or beginning of life? The bird sings a beautiful tone; a song full of life, even for a bird that is a Raven. This Raven crows and caws; it chirps and twitches. One day I knotted thread 'round its boney limps and sighed unemotionally as it fell. For nights and days, though time does not move here, it was silent like a graveyard. Yet not as dead as a graveyard. The half moon shone bright and proud High above the world and even higher above my hat snuggled head. However, the moon was not just the moon, but with a face: the face of a man. The man in the moon was not alone in the sky, For the stars was his compan

Literature for Eli-quinn-joe

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Missing woman

Community photos

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Literature

The Puppet and its Master

Strings attached to limber limps, directing the movements of your friends you speak for them, those non-deaf kids; not allowing them to fend for themselves as you say: the world is a scary place without limitations. Their every move made by you, forcing a play of pure solitude, they stay stupid, unable to scream; why must you torture them? Those strings of steel which you had forged from the deepest depths in hell, are now splitting and decaying under the lies that make up such ties. Them bounded kids are now free and forever will be- the scolding hatred within your eyes no longer hold to such strong spirits. Be gone vile d

My better pieces

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Happy birthday to Chi

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