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CreatiffMotiff
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- Last Record: 2013-02-20 20:56:57 -0800
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Text I found interesting and remixable.
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Misery is cruel, Happiness is kind, Fear is a waiting fiend, and Trust is hard to find.
Love is a secret kept, |
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This does not fit in with a round robin. I'm sorry for letting this run away with me, but gosh, it really got me thinking. I'm aware that I fixate on death, because I've seen a lot (too much... |
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Shine on
Oh bright star forever burn Through my heart into my soul Shimmering silver nightly return Your ethereal beauty makes ... |
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Dearth of preparation
With indolence I was born, No desire to create. A ragging child to ... |
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I wish I had options, I wish I had you, Nah, scratch the options, Say you want me too! |
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when the sky gets too cold, clouds begin to shiver and tiny bits of them fall to the world below..
we call it snow. |
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Merle had Asperger’s syndrome. Everyone at school called him a retard, but he knew better. Merle’s mother brought him to the little fundraisers she was always putting on ... |
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I really like you. But I think I like you more with a glass of wine. |
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Eventually he pleaded: “Just say what’s in your heart.” So she smiled and said: “Blood.”
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You poured out your heart you worked so hard on your tiny project but no one seemed to notice you thought to yourself, "maybe it's&... |
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I am so pleased with the evolution from Dientes Feos drawing, my tiny poem, to eaneikciv's fantastically wonderful tiny tune! So I love my poem the length it is, but listening to the song ma... |
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I sit and watch the clock. A minute ticks by and I wonder. Did i really just waste a minute of my life watching a clock? |
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10 million reasons as to why only one reason matters. |
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Sometimes the meantime is for a lifetime. |
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Now likes to say that things are the best they've ever been. But Then, with a small smile, likes to explain that there was always a better back when. |
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Fear of inadequacy permeates his thoughts only to be quickly dismissed. The Charismatic is an object of fascination. A master of manipulation, he knows how to adap... |
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the idea of you dying frightens me not because it is your ending but because i would have to watch all your stories fade from your eyes <... |
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Nobody knows fair for themselves Fair is something only strangers see Fair only has time for everyone else
Fair doesn’t care about li... |
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Robots do not write sonnets - |
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Loves husband. Black eye. She fell. |
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I'm an only 17 and when it comes to guys, i'm so embarresing. I just thought writing this would make me feel alot better. feel fre... |
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somewhere... live two stories one of hevn, one of urth, who awake to find they’re hugging with no knowledge of their birth.
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Hi, my name is Rainey, and when I'm with other people, I don't say very much. But when I'm by myself, I can't shut up. |
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I am writing a poem.
Here is what will happen:
Mom and Dad will hold hands because they are happy, of course. <... |
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If kissing a toad turns him into a prince, Just imagine what showing some affection To confection Would do.. |
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It was Summer, 1999 and, as the millennium drew its final breath, I set sights on my first love*. Let’s call him Peter. Peter played basketball and the banjo. He was multi-talented in alli... |
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At the request of several, here are some more details about my experience.
I moved to the town in August. In October, I received my first letter. At first, I... |
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Gah, this is one of those situations where I have no idea how to approach it. I have to put it in some sort of context for you, so that you understand it's relation to tragedy. Otherwise, it's j... |
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Sebastian used to say schizophrenia was just a severe case of narcisism. If reality disagreed with him, well then, he just changed reality. He'd say "I'm just so smart I need two rea... |
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I don't take baths anymore. Gross, right? |
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i am not supposed to laugh at being sick i am not supposed to laugh at the rambling medical terms i am not supposed to laugh at the bright orange pee i am not supposed to laugh at the weight los... |
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(I've had a single line of this written for awhile, but was still trying to figure out where to go with it, after reading through Joe's lyrics to "Nothing Big" again, I got inspired and knew... |
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If needing rides was income I had earned |
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The Game A Poem From beginning to end, from end to beginning, The story runs the same. The living breathe and the dead do not, A... |
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After a long day's data-entering, I stood at the bus-stop waiting for the 40D to trundle me home through the wilderness of Dublin's North suburbs. The stop was located on Parnell Square, where o... |
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When TIME posted the magazine assignment to hitRECord, I was, oddly enough, not at my computer. Instead, I was on my annual vacation to a YMCA family camp, where one of the nightly activities wa... |
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FADE IN: EXT. STREET - DAY The setting sun casts its last rays across the roof tops. A car parks by the curb. REBECCA (20s), glowing with a confident and positive aura that emph... |
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(written 6th September 2011, on the bus journey to work.) ‘Sorry. Actually no, I’m not sorry’ The fact that this was said as a ... |
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*This is the complete version of my screenplay, now available for the first time in one convenient text submission. Enjoy. &n... |
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Alone with my thoughts I stumble around, walking the somewhat empty streets at night. Sometimes I get cold but normally things like this go unniticed. I found that the only things in life ... |
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This was written on the bus in about 20 minutes. Who knows.
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This fellow called Fred, And the children would jeer, |
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I used to think the world was safe
I’d dance outside with the sun on my face
I used to believe that people were good
I would befriend as many of them as I could
I used to be trusting of what life would bring
Convinced I could dream of and have anything
I used to hold my future with steady hands
I proceeded enthusiastically with all my life’s plans
I used to be able to have so much hope
Whatever would happen, I would be able to cope.
Then suddenly the world outside became unsafe
I no longer go out, nor feel the sun on my face
I know now how naïve I was to trust everyone
Because of the reprehensible actions of one
My trembling hands clutch pills that help me cope
I hide in bed, the oblivion of sleep my only hope
The pills keep the demons from consuming me
And the monsters of memory will leave me be.
Rare moments of lucidity in my drug induced haze
Force me to remember the safe, happier days
Then the fear of what waits for me on the outside
Penetrates the numb walls behind which I hide
I desperately reach for my prescription defense
And pretend the world is not filled with violence.
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Every time I'm on a plane, I watch the clouds and feel the same A...
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You make people angry or make them smile Why, oh why, are you so versatile? You perfectly describe a sweaty night You help envision the very worst fight |
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In the summer of 2000 I was pregnant with my now 11 year old son. I had no car and I lived on the bad side of town. I walked my dog every moring to the store. The same pack of five dogs, four bi... |
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It's been 2 years since last I saw your lovely face with eyes hidden behind walls of nothingness. You were seen, but could not see Heard, but could not ... |
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hitRECord to me does what I think is sorely missing from the spirit of what I do. I work in the traditional Hollywood film industry, working on set mostly. But I started where ... |
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It’s 7 o’clock in the morning. She rolls over and gets out of bed. He springs to his feet. She climbs in the shower. He jumps in the shower. Blow dryer ... |
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talent does not entitle and while i reckon recognition would be met with appreciation, something tells me a reckoning is not what you require--sorry, desire (see, you and i will disagree on what... |
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My last serious relationship ended quite badly. He was the first guy to ever tell me he loved me, the first one I ever fell in love with, the first one who made me believe I was actually capable... |
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There was a time when I had a single, clear memory of you I remember the sweetness and the sorrow of that memory But I don’t remember the memory itself The idea of that memory has been whi... |
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I've been meaning to do a tiny story for quite a while, but just got around to it. This is also for part of a collab that I'm hoping to start really soon! I'm working on adding some watercolor, but I figured I would upload the outline because people have done a really good job at adding color to my doodles in the past. : )
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ACDC was playing while your mom was in the back of a hippie van. The driver was smoking Marlboros and drinking lemonade, while you were being conceived. And I fucked you at the debutante ball in... |
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Joe - Do you find it difficult? Does it take a lot of restraint? |
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There was a rebellion rising up in the literary world. The weary full stop had just about enough of being overused and constantly last. The melancholy comma could stand n... |
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The dust breathed his last and bid his unkind world goodbye. The bite wounds were too deep. |
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The little girl was fed up with her long time friend, Silence. She laid the cards on the table and gave him an ultimatum: she was sick of being the only one talking and so he would speak to her ... |
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There is an art in life called walking away. |
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Nobody really knows where Baron von Monkenchowzer came from. He appeared one day on the scene wearing his odd sunglasses and pull-down hat that covered his ears. He even wore the hat... |
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I wished up on a star. And when it winked back, I knew it heard me. |
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INT. CONCERT - NIGHT |
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Two guys sit beside each other in a theatre. It is intermission. MATT, about 28, is a clean-cut everyman who has been enjoying the show very much. ROBOT, indeterminate age, is staring ahead, emo... |
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"I´m cold" said the snowflake to the flame They embraced, a passion all consuming |
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Hi all! I hope you're having a swell night. I don't know what script was selected for the skit at the Fall Formal. I don't have to, I'm sure whichever one it was, Joe and his acco... |
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When you asked if I wanted to ride along, I didn’t mean to say “sure,” |
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~in the spirit of collaboration, please leave remarks. thanks!~
Grab your guns and come on boys, it’s Christmas Eve today A threat has come to te... |
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She looks at me and smiles, but I do not return it. I do not look at her, I do not say anything. She continues to stand at the door and stare. I ignore her and proceed with lining up my colour p... |
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Uncountable loopholes, seemingly to no end Queries aplenty, too many to attend The approach fails again, you always defend I won't be defeated, I start to con... |
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As he turned back to watch the tender scene, the Preacher felt the demons of jealousy closing in on him. He wasn't suppose to love Josephine, but he did. She wasn't supposed to fall in love with Joe, but she was. And as the darkness of rage enclosed him, sinister thoughts crowded his mind. Would Josephine still be as tender if she knew who’s blood was on Joe's clothes? Could he breach the sanctity of confession to tell her?
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You may not have heard But you’ll never forget The terrifying tale of A most murderous duet
Now, it may cause a fright |
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[History shows that correctly formatted screenplays are rarely read with such readiness as prose, so this is a script in prose form. A screenplay version will come shortly.] |
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I am sitting beneath fluorescent lights, the soles of my boots pressed against linoleum tiles. This is not the old classroom of my memory. You've guessed it - I am at the doctor's office. To my ... |
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The last few weeks of Pastor Joe’s life flashed in front of his eyes in a blur. It wasn’t his whole life, like you sometimes hear about, only his life from the time that he met h... |
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Why are we taught that ABSTINENCE is the most effective method of CONTRACEPTION? That's like learning the best method of keeping a HOUSE clean is not to LIVE in it.  ... |
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I dont like to share my past, at all. Im a closed book, the less you know the better. However, Ill share just this one story from my past. Once upon a time I was a young engaged to be marrie... |
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You are and always will be beautiful. Never forgive me |
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printed letters proudly stand but cursive letters all hold hands |
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i feel like i have to remind you that there is no royalty in the royal we and the throne you sit on is not one of majesty one of idolatry one deserving of ceremonies you don’t deserve a th... |
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(I'll be posting this in instalments to encourage me to actually finish it!) The Silver Tree had stood on Silver Hill for a long, long time. Ages. Longer than a piece of str... |
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All the good ideas are taken. All the bad ideas are mine. I think I have a good idea, therefore, it cannot be mine. |
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The clown tried to remember the exact moment when the shift happened. When the very sight of him brought about tears and instilled terror in the little children he loved instead of the smiles an... |
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you are waiting in line like you always do, at the bank at the DMV at the movies, only this time you’re holding a jug of milk you won’t drink and a bag of apples, nameless and bland ... |
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Keep your friends close and your enemies closer. Then introduce them to each other and see what happens. |
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"I see you have fine taste," the Wolf said, eyeing my basket of flowers, |
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Growing up, you spent so much of your time trying to figure out all the answers. But then you did grow up... only to find that there are no answers and the trick is figuring out how ... |
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