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“Bullets that Feed”
“Bullets That Feed” Benjamin J Leftwich I failed to breathe the truth. My existence has become known to the wrongful eyes and their benefactors. Slowly pulling me down to the depths of the furthest haven. Whispers that mean nothing become something in the grand scheme. The wicked rule these lands as they pry and rip […]
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Coffee Shop
Before the day starts, and sometimes when it ends, I grab a coffee. A caramel macchiato most days, but really, it doesn’t matter what it is as long as I can feel something in my veins. While I sit there waiting for them to create the same cup I’ve been getting since high school, I […]
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“I once knew love”
Detail: I try my best to play around with all different kinds of writing. This is the first-person narrative that I have in my possession. Tears are burning down the side of my face as the night sky dances. Stars slowly pass by in their lifespan. The spark of life was billions of […]
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“The Kitten’s New View”
Detail: One of my first practice writings when I was a kid. I consider this the “Start” of my writing. A kitten of youth buried his body against his mother that protected him at all turns. The wind was loud and the cold grew with the smell of burning flesh following close behind. The […]
Category: Practice Writings
Benjamin J Leftwich 