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No One Wants to Hear Your Name by HereifAnywhere, literature

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No One Wants to Hear Your Name

Like I said before, no one wants to hear your name. No one cares how different or new it is, how closely you are to it or live up to it. We simply do not have the time nor the care for what you did not even chose as your title. I have my own name and I am doing what I can to get it spoken by others. It is not how loud or often you speak your name, once again no one cares. It is the level of other mouths and hands that pronounce your name. The more you of the others that do it will give your name the weight you do not want. We all crave the attention and weight until we get it. Then we lose the ability to hide in the crowds, to be a faceless wonder that can get away with just shouting their name. Ugh its been a while it will take me some time to get back into the swing of writing again

Just a small story with no ending. by HereifAnywhere, literature

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Just a small story with no ending.

As the old man sat on the park bench spreading bird seed, birds started to show up. He knew most of the birds by name, names he gave them. As they came and left with full craws the old man felt great. These birds seemed they loved him, and welcomed the company of an old man. He knew they could get their food anywhere but he liked to think he gave them something a little special. The last handful of grain was given out to the last small bird there. The old man tipped his hat and said his goodbyes to the bird. The old man reached for the arm rest to help himself up, that’s when he noticed the visitor. A small black raven was sitting ther

Pick up the Gun by HereifAnywhere, literature

Train ride. by HereifAnywhere, literature

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Train ride.

The night was getting cold with a light down pour. The seats were a bit wet and the peoples' mood seemed to be draining. They did not want to give up on his smile yet. The lights and colors glowed in the rain, the puddles took on the colors and sounds around them. With just looking into the collection of water on the ground, you would fall into their world and relive the sites around you. "This is the last one." He said to his child. The small child looked up and nodded. She ran to get in line, it was a simple ride where you were to sit as the small train took you around the park. She looked back towards her parents, they waved her goodbye a

Why the great plains roll by HereifAnywhere, literature

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Why the great plains roll

Did anyone tell you why the great plains roll? If not I will tell you now. Long ago the great plains of America were flat. You could stand on a pile of buffalo dung and see from end to end, if your eyes were good enough. The Native Americans lived on the land, calling it home for countless generations. They lived with the land and were part of the balance of the great plan. Until the day the other people came. The Native Americans welcomed them and were happy and interested to see and learn of different people. The other people didn’t see it that way or didn’t care. They beat them down and took away their land. Told them their g

A Small Coyote. by HereifAnywhere, literature

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A Small Coyote.

He took time out of my week to try to enjoy nature. He took a man made road to it, He expected that. He was alright with parking in the paved lot and dealing with the play ground equipment. When He got the tree line and stepped off the little dirt path He could feel his spirit relax. That was short lived when he tried to get lost in the trees. he walked almost onto a busy roadway. he took it well, he turned around to try another direction. He then walked into someone’s well maintained lawn. he had one more direction to try other then just going back to the path, which he found anyway. he came to the realization this chunk of so called n

While flying far above. by HereifAnywhere, literature

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While flying far above.

While flying far above everyone else he comes to the idea that he is lucky. It is hard for a human to fly over the rude name calling and mean judges. You have to believe in yourself and even harder never lose the hope for others to be kind. He has learned to ignore what they call him while he flies, while never going deaf to the peoples kindness. Most others that have lost the wind and ability to dance with the clouds. He tries to share his knowledge of flight. Most do not care to hear others try to bring him down. The only sorrow he feels is that others do not know of the happiness of flight. He has never given up hope or let the words ge

My mind is at fault. by HereifAnywhere, literature

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My mind is at fault.

“Where do you think your going?” he asked me while standing over the top of me. “ Please, I don’t want it to end this way.” I begged him. “ What do you mean?” “ I do not want to die in fear with a stranger holding my life in his hand, while bludgeoning me with the other one..” “ Oh well I am sorry. Where are my manners? I didn’t get enough sleep last night I am a little out of touch with everything.” He apologized. “ Let me introduce myself. You see I am not a stranger but a worker of the state. It is my job to clean up the streets and keep this town safe. You sir a

Two of them by HereifAnywhere, literature

Grieving Mother by HereifAnywhere, literature

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Grieving Mother

I thought this would be another normal walk in the woods. That was all shattered when I over heard someone crying. I have seen my sisters cry before and my mom cries all the time. This crying I was hearing was something completely different. It was heavy and made even me sad and I didn’t even know who was crying. I don’t do well with feelings of any kind still I had a funny sense that I had to find whom ever was crying. It didn’t take long for me to find her. She was in a small clearing slumped over something small. Her tears have soaked it and the ground underneath her. She turned and gave me a pathetic look of anger. (It

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About HereifAnywhere

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Artist // Hobbyist // Literature

Mar 4
United States
Deviant for 12 years
He / Him

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Delicious Cake: My, that's a delicious cake (1)

Favourite Movies

They are to long and not fun

Favourite TV Shows

Anything fun and colorfull and funny

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

I will listen to about anything if I like it

Favourite Books

I would rather write then read I have trouble with both

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With friends

Favourite Gaming Platform

The couch

Tools of the Trade

Electrician

Other Interests

Camping, driving into the country side, hikeing, and Rocks!!!!

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HereifAnywhere

Feb 25, 2023

what does marrow taste like?" he asked himself. Well, it probably tastes like pain, it can't be easy to get to, it's in the middle of our bones.

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HereifAnywhere

Feb 14, 2023

lets see if I can come back from the dead and avoid the sights of the past that bring me back down to the grave

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HereifAnywhere

Dec 10, 2016

The future

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"Wouldn't you know it, the water has dried up." He sighed.    He looked at the once fertile ground he once visited almost every chance he had. Now below his boats was dry dead soil, the trees were stripped of all their leaves. The hot wind spun several dust devils in the distance. The grass was nowhere to be found, anything that was once green was black and dead. He could feel the dirt in his teeth when he would sallow he could swear it was the dust he was ingesting.    He walked around the once beautiful grounds. In his memory it was still just as green and full of life as it once was. He saw the water the green leaves and could hear the