According to this website, when someone says, “Oh, you’re a xenodochial,” it means you’re someone who’s friendly to strangers. I didn’t even know this word existed. I looked it up on dictionary.com, no such word.
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For a naively optimistic person, I worry a lot and about lots of things.
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Are hoarders sentimentalists?
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I don’t recall what happened. All I remember is walking alongside the river with my fiancee, Mark, on Earth Day when several loud pop, pop, pop rang in the air. Next thing I knew, I was falling backwards into Mark’s arms, “Leila, what do I do?” He said frantically.
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Believe me when I say this, I did not used to be a rebel. I was a goody-two-shoes who did everything I was asked to do and please my mom was my life until…
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When I got my mountain bike about a month ago, when I was assembling it, my aunt came over and said, “Just sell it already, get some cash back.”
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Life is but a never-ending chess match. One wrong move and you might lose.
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I have Nyctophobia. It’s another word for an irrational fear of night or darkness. My brain and heart are fighting each other on this. My brain says this is an irrational fear but brain, can you please tell that to my heart when it’s thudding like a high-rhythmic beating drum when I’m in the dark?
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I watch as the water drains from the pipe above into the well below. It must be still raining up above, I think. Most of the city must be underwater by now.
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“I have never met anyone messier than you. I don’t know how you can live like this,” my mom would often say.
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I have often been told by my mom I am a patient person. “I don’t think I have the patience like yours to complete a 2000-piece jigsaw puzzle.” She’d say. So that’s what I’ve always thought – I am a patient person.
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I should’ve known, Savannah thought as she sat in the cold metal chair of a police interrogation room. She’s thirteen but appears mature for her age.
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When I was in middle school or high school, my mom would often point out teasingly that I have a low EQ (emotions quotient), sort of like low IQ except with emotions.
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I consider myself to be an easygoing person but of course, because of my doubtfulness, I am not certain I’m viewed as this person in some people’s eyes. In the past, I’ve had people give me conflicted ideas – people tell me I’m mean, people tell me I’m too nice and need to be meaner – you can see why I’d be confused.
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I believe having doubts is a part of being human but as I grow older, I would often find my doubts be the driving factor of my day-to-day anxiety and hesitation.
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Sometimes, I wish I can go to the top of a mountain and scream, “I am a capable person.”
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If you are a regular follower of this blog, you will know I write plenty of flash fiction and short stories about weird things – ghosts, vampires, and other supernatural things as well as some other weird things.
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When life gives you lemons, you do whatever the hell you can with it.
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“What’s with all the gingerbread cookies?” May’s jaw dropped at the sight of the trays of badly decorated gingerbread cookies on the kitchen counter.
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“Next stop, Central Station, the end of the road, as far as we go.” The robotic Siri-like voice announced.
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Rachel hates going to family dinners. “Everyone knows what Uncle Danny is trying to do.” She said to her sister, Jenna, over the phone.
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Alright, let’s see…
Winter’s night, ground full of snow, she meets him, keels over and dies.
Oh wait, he meets her, faints in her arms and dies???
Ah, what’s wrong with me and death?
I dream about death…
I write about death…
Wait, have I been experiencing bouts of existential crises?
Have I?
No!!!
Let’s start over…
The gal is looking to die and the dude helps inject the first dose of lethal injection into her arm and leaves. The next morning, he’s found outside, death by hypothermia.
Wait, didn’t I hear this in a play a few days ago?
(100 Words)
The statue of King Neptune was the first thing she saw when she arrived at the park. As she stood by the pond, waiting for the guy she’d been texting with to show up for their date, her gaze traveled to the statue in the middle of the pond. She knew who that was unlike many people.
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