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  The letters of a letter

  

  By Dorothie, San Diego, CA

  She walked with him to their lockers, her mind tracing the letters of the words she wanted to say. “I.” She started, muttering to quietly that not a soul could hear her words. The first letter stood for herself, the first half of the equation that put the two of them together, summing them up to...
• Fiction > Romance
  Forever

  

  By Dorothie, San Diego, CA

  Oh, she loved him, to the ends of the earth. And farther. For forever, and longer. With her whole self and more. And now, in this kiss, she never wanted to let go. “I love you…”...
• Fiction > Romance
  Definition

  

  By Dorothie, San Diego, CA

  “And I bet that everyone knows how much we’d give.” Her lips ran over his hand. “Give for each other. I’ll always have these scars. I’ll always have that tattoo too. They’ll all define me, for who I am.”...
• Fiction > Romance
  He; she

  

  By Dorothie, San Diego, CA

  I hug him tight. "I love you more than anything." My lips meet his. I glance at him, fleetingly, and pull away. "More than air." I can feel his hands brush my waist and pull me close. "Gl--." He smiles, kissing me again as he silences me, and I see that wonderful smile...
• Nonfiction > Personal Experience
  Betrayal

  

  By Dorothie, San Diego, CA

  People call betrayal a stab to the back, But it's not. It feels like a pierce, a small, sharp pain in your heart. Your heart is not broken, nor is it cold, but it is damaged. This damage is small. It is damage that, over time, grows. Your heart bleeds, bleeding trust and love and friendship....
• Nonfiction > Personal Experience
  My World

  

  By Dorothie, San Diego, CA

  My dad has a severe case of dementia. The decline usually takes two to five years. His case looks more like two. Right now, his mental ability is like that of a three-year-old. He's 54 and looks 84. He gave up on life 20 years ago when he had cancer. Now he's got another disease, and all he wants...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  If...

  

  By Dorothie, San Diego, CA

  If I could tell you one thing I guess it would be that I love hearing the sound of your laugh. And That seeing you smile brightens my day. And I wish you would believe me if I told you I loved you, though I know you won't. And I hope you know the tears I shed are for you. And Tha...
• Fiction > Action-Adventure
  Girls of the Outcasts chapter two

  

  By Dorothie, San Diego, CA

  A Curse or a Blessing? “So, Zora,” Glen sat on one of the several couches and faced me. “Do you know why it is you are here?” “I... I don’t know,” I brought myself to face him and the warm feeling again surfaced in my chest. “I’ll give ‘ya a hint,” Stella’s voice...
• Nonfiction > Personal Experience
  A Thank You

  

  By Dorothie, San Diego, CA

  I may look like I’m smiling, but on the inside I’m crying. Because you all are the only reasons I have to smile anymore. My friends. The reasons I can still face the day again. Thanks to you, the cuts on my wrists are healing. And the scars on my soul are fading. Few scars remain. The melanch...
• Nonfiction > Personal Experience
  Never

  

  By Dorothie, San Diego, CA

  I know you would never like a girl like me. I'm not pretty, or skinny, or funny. I'm a nerd. I have stage fright. I'm violent. Everyone who I told that I liked you asked me one question. "What do you see in him?" What did I see I'm not sure. I just saw something they ...
• Fiction > All Fiction
  Life hurts.

  

  By Dorothie, San Diego, CA

  Life hurts. Face it. Face that it will never get better. Its just not going to happen. The pain’s never going to fade. You’re never going to forget it. Never going to ‘get over’ it. Life just doesn’t work that way. But after you feel enough pain, enough stabs in the back, enough times that...
• Fiction > Romance
  Girls of the Outcasts chapter one

  

  By Dorothie, San Diego, CA

  Presence I stared forward at the blank dry-erase board in the classroom as the halls echoed with the sounds of joyous students let out from their classes at the end of the day. They would come to let me out soon enough. They thought me to be insane, or as the students put it, a freak. I im...
• Fiction > Action-Adventure
  Chapter 1

  

  By Dorothie, San Diego, CA

  Chapter 1: What is a machine? What is a soul? What is a mind? Ichabod clutched the black metal of her arm. The new element of her shell ached from fatigue, they had been wrong. She wasn’t invincible. She stood, letting the blood drip off her hands before grabbing her bag and slinging it over...
• Nonfiction > Personal Experience
  I am a girl...

  

  By Dorothie, San Diego, CA

  ~I am the girl that doesn't talk, and when I do, no one listens. I am the girl that zones out and listens to music. I am the girl that is always drawing and never paying attention in class, yet gets all A’s. I am the girl that spends most of her free time reading, writing, or doing other acti...