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No by 7ala Abdullah

November 22, 2014 by

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i. When you said you no longer recognized me, baby, I burned our house down, danced chest-to-chest with the flames to see if that would trigger your memory. ii. On the fifth of this month, I sat outside on a balcony in the mild early-October cold and cried so hard my skin shrivelled with dehydration. […]

No by D.

November 22, 2014 by

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“When she drinks herself drowsy at that bar down the street, he will take her home. Her vision blurry enough to mesh my features somewhere along the lines. He we lead her on and turn the lights off, like he has done this before, over and over and the shirt he left on the floor […]

No by Khawla

November 22, 2014 by

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A scene of a girl sitting in the front seat of a blue old car. placed in the right side of a highway. It was 6 in the morning and doors being all wide open, a chill breeze was able to sneak into the car and travel through the shiny wisps of her hair, creating […]

No by Shaima Saleh

November 22, 2014 by

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The definitions of refusal vary, and you could find yourself lodged in one variation; inactive, inert, inept. Supposing that a dictionary entry of a single syllable can control your mannerisms is somewhat insulting, I agree, but then it wouldn’t make you feel any better being affected by “floccinaucinihilipilification” if we’re discussing length- No, not that […]

No by Cherry

November 22, 2014 by

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One word, was what she needed, to mark the end of her. The end of what she worked hard to obtain, peace of mind and content. That minute, that particular second she laid on her side, rejecting everything she was forced to take in, while simultaneously having her throat gather the ever-growing lump. Marked eternal […]

No by Dona

November 22, 2014 by

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I had to go further through life to realise this; I’d run from you to you, till I realize that all I want is you, but I can never have you. You’re the painful pleasure I’d like to always feel, that itch that never leaves, the scar that reminds me how I’ve lived. No matter […]