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Tunnel Vision

Tunnel Vision is a short story written by Kelli J. Gavin and shared with The Ugly Writers. Tunnel Vision   All Roads Lead to Rome. I remember hearing that statement when I was a child. I didn’t have a clue…
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Sometimes you gotta fall

Sometimes you gotta fall is a poem written by Reuben Abrogar and shared with The Ugly Writers under the theme Break Out.   Sometimes you gotta fall   It hasn’t been a good time But it has been a good…
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Ole Miss

There were many powerful forces in place, dating back to slavery, that limited options for black people in the segregated Deep South. Mississippi was the last bastion of the confederacy in 1962, and Ole Miss was its Fort Fisher.  Even the name ‘Ole Miss' was a term slaves used to refer to the wife of a plantation owner.
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Padayon

Ang bawat 'sang kataga ang siyang magsisilbing tangway, Mga katagang katotohanan ang s'yang tinataglay. Ito rin ang magsisilbi at gagamitin kong pangkulay, Sa pagpinta ng isang bagong kabanata ng aking buhay.
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Sa Susunod

Sana sa susunod ay ako nalang, ako nalang iyong magugustuhan mo. Ako na’lang iyong hanggang sa dulo ay makakasama mo. Hindi lang mula sa pagkamusmos kundi hanggang sa ikaw ay maging Lolo. Ako na’lang iyong pipiliin ng iyong puso. Ako lang ang siyang laging nasa tabi mo hanggang sa magwakas ating mundo.
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Looking Down On Me

Maybe the moon is looking down at me Convincing to be radiant as I can be Asking me to never take a rest And keep on doing my best

failure

Failure is always an implied option Leaders need to look at all options Including what to do If they fail to achieve their goals They must have a plan
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The Night Boseman Died

Each of us has known someone with cancer, and many of us have lost someone because of cancer.  Cancer isn't political. Cancer doesn't normally attack people based on skin color. Cancer doesn't discriminate. But apparently tonight, some people are slightly skewed in their thinking and believe that this man's death doesn't count.
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Mavericks’ Challenge

The sound is deafening, like a 747 screaming toward take-off. Slashes of cold water spit high into the air, needle-pricks on my face, salt washing into my eyes. I struggle to keep my focus on the board tip in the boiling, hissing blue-green crest.
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Sense

Not an easy one… but I have to do this. I have to let you go and I know you'll have a better journey ahead. Don't worry as you will carry my heart as you leave, so you will never be alone. But if you finally find her, I wanted you to be the best you can. And the happiest you can be.
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Dead Peoples Stuff For Sale

So I should know. Yes, I knew they were no longer with us. I didn’t know if their past possessions were antiques, or nearly new, or even used or slightly soiled.