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Dear Cassandra, The idea of writing to you is very scary. You and I are essentially the same person but your entire existence is a piece of paper. Oh paper self, oh paper self, How flappy are your arms? Do they wave in the wind or jiggle at a touch? Are they life like, or flesh like or are they just paper arms? Oh paper self, oh paper self, how thin and lifeless are you? Do you wither in the rain or crumble between hands? Are you life-like or flesh-like or are you just a paper heart? Oh paper self, oh paper self, how graceful and perfect are you? Do you parade around in fancy clothes or wear those Jimmy Choo’s? Are you life-like

They asked me to write about an apocalypse once and I ignored them. I never thought this would happen. I asked my roommate about this contest where I had to write about the aftermath, or the life after a great apocalypse. I was ready to start the story but that was when everything went downhill. I know it’s late but I need to submit this to the group, even though the contest closed years ago. At first I didn’t believe what was happening. I remember the blinding light in the middle of the night. I ignored it as it only lasted a moment and I eventually found sleep next to my fiancée. He slept on his three pillows includin

Kennedy walked on stage. She started to sing her knew song to the crowd. Her husband, Josh was there. As well as her best friend Oriana, and her husband, Liam. As well as Josh and Liam, who were brothers, little sister Jenn. She looked at the girl with chocolate brown hair. This song was for her. She is a pyramid But with him she's just a grain of sand This love's too strong like mice and men Squeezing out the life that should be let in Jenn was at her home in Fairfax, Virgina. She looked in her mirror. It was a little hand mirror she had snuck home from a friend at school a week ago. Her parents didn’t allow her to have a mirror