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  How To Become A Bulimic Outcast

  

  By BlueJeanBaby, greenville, IL

  With my first step off that fateful bus, I experienced two emotions, renewal and fear. My evil, father, John, or as I like to refer to him as Homo Hitler found me to much of a hassle to look over so he sent me off as if I were a friggin’ Christmas card to my Aunt Haddie for the summer. Hap...
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  Wonders of the World

  

  By BlueJeanBaby, greenville, IL

  His breath left it’s stench on my neck. I remember thinking how strange it was I could still smell his saliva after that night. Even if I just think about him for too long the scent somehow kicks into the back of my nostrils and I feel like vomiting. My body had completely recovered by the time ...
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  Swirled Cherry

  

  By BlueJeanBaby, greenville, IL

  New Holland's population was a booming number of 563 residents residing there. You'd think that a town with a name like New Holland would be more impressive. Sad, in a way. I'm sure the first mayor thought that he would be creating a giant landmark, a large red dot on the map of Illin...
• Fiction > Romance
  Lemonade.

  

  By BlueJeanBaby, greenville, IL

  The lemonade glass persperated much like myself on that hot summer afternoon. The condensation slithered down my legs, starting at the knee caps where the large glass was being held. The flowers in the tiny bed beside the steps to my front porch withered silently and I thought about grabbing the old...
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  The Leaves Fell

  

  By BlueJeanBaby, greenville, IL

  The late summer breeze brought along with it the beautiful scent of death. Dying beyond the decayed leaves was soemthing stronger. More wet. Something less tangent. The life of this had never met its peak and it fizzled off with no pride. In vain, you could say. There was so much possibility there,...
• Poetry > All Poetry
  No More

  

  By BlueJeanBaby, greenville, IL

  You had me where you wanted me, neatly on your shelf. You wanted to play the fields, but kept me for yourself. On a cold rainy day, you'd take me down to play. make you feel better about yourself knowing I'd willingly stay. Maybe its me, babe, but then again its all you. With your lying a...
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  Brief Innocence

  

  By BlueJeanBaby, greenville, IL