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Drowning
Men are born at the bottom of the mountain, impoverished and indigent; they are told to climb the cliffs and that they will die alone...
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A New Life
I lay quietly now, like the hush during a funeral. Father stands lofty, towering over mother. Her halo darkened with each passing second.
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Onto the Next Life
“I’m sorry to ask but how many?” “All seven, I’m afraid.” The world around him turns to the brown, red, and yellows of dirt.
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You Tried to Kill God
By Maya Goldberg, 16 Congratulations, thank you for killing God. Bravo! The rationales have won. No more will we be subjected to the torment of illusion, you have provided us…
