He married her, saying how special she was. Then at her happiest moment, he touched her – turning her to stone so her feeling would last.
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I wrote I love you a thousand times on the walls, but you were too deep in a romance novel to notice I wanted to be more than roomates.
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The therapy seemed to be working until I realized I was the patient, not the doctor. It got worse when I figured out I was just the chair.
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After a few days, I got used to being a bird. No more job. No more putting up with people’s crap. Now, they had to put up with mine.
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Each word I write drops a little more of me onto the page. In time, I will be the book, the book will be me, and the story will be told.
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My day is better than yours, Kevin taunted, in his Facebook status update, unaware the others had already been evacuated from Earth.
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I locked the bedroom door but Monday slipped in through the keyhole and dragged me from the bed. Where is my friend Friday when I need him?
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The coffee called to Alex from the kitchen. He obeyed, drinking his 5th cup. It was in control of the body now. There was no more Alex.
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dad didn’t understand why I chose a robot for a wife. He said humans were better. But I needed alone time and she had an off button
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I won the election by promising two Saturdays every week, but my victory was short lived when they noticed I got rid of Sunday along the way

Sean Hill