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My Parents by Zachary Furr
It is Fictional, it is a story that may or may not be true. To the man that man who may be my Father…. You who left me before I was born, You who deemed that I was not worth, you who deemed that I was only worth a few dollars, Thank you. Because of…
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Baggage By Zachary Furr
1 Everyone I had ever known had always carried with them a backpack full of their stuff. Many had leg packs and arm packs, chest packs and head packs. Every pack full to the brim of books, phones, clothes, newspapers, empty water bottles, mismatched shoes, socks of all different styles, dolls, toys, buttons, and all…
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Have you…
Have you ever seen the cherry blossoms drift across the floor? Have you seen a finely tune piano never get played? Have you seen a quiet creek with a soft babble? Have you ever seen people walk by without wondering about such things? Have you ever seen a cat play with yarn? Have you ever…
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Rocking Chair
“Waaaahhhh!” The baby’s cry broke the calming effects of the rain on the window. Susan had just began to feel herself drift into the place between dreams and reality, hoping to grab a few precious moments of sleep. She picked herself up from her mother’s old rocking chair and went over to the crib to…
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Hackers vs. Anachists
Me and my friend Bill like to out occasionally to a nearby Waffle House for dinner. Tonight was one such night. I noticed that Bill had a anarchy messenger bag around his side. We each chose a dinner off of the breakfast side of the menu. We banter back and forth at each other as good…
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Tourist Misery
She was begging for her life on the shore of Tanizine. The warlord was convinced that the girl had stolen food that was not her’s to have. The poor gaunt girl looked as if she needed proper medical care before she needed food. To save himself the misery of with the whinning…
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I Wait
I feel the weight of the gun in my hands, It is heavy and cold, I make sure that the bolt in the barrel is not frozen. I wait. I hear crows cawing in the distance, I shift the weight of my body in my elbows, I settle on the sandbags, As I grow more…
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A dance with my Daughter
As your small hand grips mine, I wonder if I am ready for the hardships before me. Though you have just been born, I feel like I can see your whole life before me. I know that you will like sports, Because your mother may some influence on that. You may enjoy creating things, I…
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Forward (Freewrite)
With time always moving forward, pain will always be a thought of the past. And with no idea of the pain of tomorrow there is nothing but hope to be looked forward for. In the hope that we look forward, not to pain, but to the elation of finding joy. And throw away our burdens…
The In Constant Chronicles
My Works as an Author
The In Constant Chronicles 