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I Messed Up | Urban Fiction Writer
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Short Stories. Flash Fiction. Something like Poetry. I lied, cheated and broke your heart. I did things to you I swore I would never do to anyone. Those things make me sick of myself, sick to my stomach, disgusted and scared of myself because I never thought I could be the person I have become. Sometimes I wish I could jump off a bridge and end this life that has become so foreign to me. You say you’ll never be able to trust me again… I don’t know if I can trust myself. I feel like less than a man. As I ...
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Teenage Pregnancy (Flash Fiction) | Urban Fiction Writer
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Short Stories. Flash Fiction. Something like Poetry. Teenage Pregnancy (Flash Fiction). Fourteen and pregnant. She couldn’t be happier. Maybe now he would find her expanding body unattractive. Maybe now daddy would stop touching her at night. 8211; Posted using BlogPress from my iPad. This entry was posted on April 20, 2011 by Emancipated Mind. It was filed under Uncategorized. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. On Lies at the Altar.
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Languishment | Urban Fiction Writer
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Short Stories. Flash Fiction. Something like Poetry. Bianca looked around her living room as tears filled her eyes. This was the first time in almost ten years she had been alone in this space. This space, which at one time was a token of so many hopes and dreams, now stood as a dreadful reminder of her failed past. She sat on the sofa, did that to keep from falling down. She was shaking badly and felt weak. She knew it would be hard, but never dreamt that it would hurt this much. She had promised hersel...
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Streets of Blood (Flash Fiction) | Urban Fiction Writer
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Short Stories. Flash Fiction. Something like Poetry. Streets of Blood (Flash Fiction). A mother’s screams pierces the darkness. At her feet, her teenage son’s body lays lifeless. Rain softly, turning the street scarlet. 8211; Posted using BlogPress from my iPad. This entry was posted on April 20, 2011 by Emancipated Mind. It was filed under Uncategorized. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public).
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December | 2011 | Urban Fiction Writer
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Short Stories. Flash Fiction. Something like Poetry. Archive for December, 2011. Bianca looked around her living room as tears filled her eyes. This was the first time in almost ten years she had been alone in this space. This space, which at one time was a token of so many hopes and dreams, now stood as a dreadful reminder of her failed past. Bianca stared up at that picture through blurred vision, at a happier, more hopeful version of her and a husband who at the time seemed almost too perfect. She had...
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S&M | Urban Fiction Writer
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Short Stories. Flash Fiction. Something like Poetry. Isn’t that what we call family? Isn’t that what we call love? Only if they knew how much I like to cause and feel pain. How much I, so unannounced to me, love to see someone helpless and yet, I have the power to either let them free or torture them some more. Only if they knew that I was the sick and demented individual, the molester, the rapists and the serial killer that lives next door. This entry was posted on February 19, 2012 by Emancipated Mind.
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Urban Fiction Writer | Short Stories. Flash Fiction. Something like Poetry. | Page 2
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Short Stories. Flash Fiction. Something like Poetry. I paced the halls back and forth, scared, excited, a billion thoughts rushing through my head so loud that I couldn’t hear anything going on around me. My heart was pounding so hard it felt like I was being hit with a sledge hammer with every beat. You should be in there, a voice from within whispered, while another said run and don’t look back. Posted by Emancipated Mind. October 30, 2010 Categories: Flash Fiction. Even her honeyed voice that at times...
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Emancipated Mind | Urban Fiction Writer
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Short Stories. Flash Fiction. Something like Poetry. I lied, cheated and broke your heart. I did things to you I swore I would never do to anyone. Those things make me sick of myself, sick to my stomach, disgusted and scared of myself because I never thought I could be the person I have become. Sometimes I wish I could jump off a bridge and end this life that has become so foreign to me. You say you’ll never be able to trust me again… I don’t know if I can trust myself. I feel like less than a man. As I ...
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February | 2011 | Urban Fiction Writer
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Short Stories. Flash Fiction. Something like Poetry. Archive for February, 2011. Still, at the age of 27 she had already been in the field of murder for hire for over ten years and was growing tired of it, but what else was she good at? People often told her she should be a model. She was tall, approximately 5’9″ and had a sleek feminine physique that caught the attention of most men, but she wasn’t interested in that world of fakeness, when the world she lived in was all too real. 8220;Keep your voice d...
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April | 2011 | Urban Fiction Writer
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Short Stories. Flash Fiction. Something like Poetry. Archive for April, 2011. Teenage Pregnancy (Flash Fiction). Fourteen and pregnant. She couldn’t be happier. Maybe now he would find her expanding body unattractive. Maybe now daddy would stop touching her at night. 8211; Posted using BlogPress from my iPad. April 20, 2011 Categories: Uncategorized. Streets of Blood (Flash Fiction). 8211; Posted using BlogPress from my iPad. April 20, 2011 Categories: Uncategorized. On Lies at the Altar.