January 2012
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Battlecry
The third great war was not fought on battlefields, where soldiers were subject to the whims of nature and changes in terrain that could mean the difference between going home warm or cold. There were no guns or bombs, no casualties or deaths. There were no real soldiers even. Many didn’t believe the severity of it, brushing us off as children, simply young people who couldn’t stand...
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October 2011
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You and I
are a complicated series
of ifs
ands
and
buts
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Beliefs
It wasn’t until I had shared that with him, my thoughts on what happens to you after you die, that I realized I loved him more than I had ever loved anyone else. I had been able to, with the utmost confidence, share the things I kept closest to my heart. These were thoughts I never vocalized, ideas I only thought about as I was falling asleep at night. Things that were so private, the idea...
August 2011
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July 2011
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“Who was the first boy you ever kissed?”
Cody looked up from staring at the alleyway underneath them in surprise. Ransom hardly ever asked about his past experiences, and even less often about the people he had loved before him.
“Eremy…?” Cody replied hesitantly, not entirely sure of what Ransom was looking for.
“He doesn’t count.”
“Why?”
“Because,” Ransom took a drag from his...
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