Mindblown: a blog about philosophy.
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The Golden Bird
I nodded at my father and began on my way. I was actually going to go on an adventure! An adventure to secure the golden bird for the king. I could prove myself against my brothers. My brothers had gone missing after my dad had asked them to…
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The White Shark
Part I And so it was the evening. The sun had submerged beneath the horizon, leaving a faint orange glow that was slowly receding. Dinner was extravagant as usual, but after everyone retired to their beds, my trusty servant came with my nightly dish after dinner. Not even he knew what…
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The Millers Daughter Who For Some reason Doesn’t Have A Name By V pinto
The Miller’s Daughter Who For Some Reason Doesn’t Have A Name I was getting anxious waiting for my father to come back from his meeting with the king. He’s always wanted to impress him for no reason. The king is just going to find him desperate. As I was washing the dishes when my dad…
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Rapunzel By Gabriela Mendez
Gabriela Mendez 02/19/2019 Fairytale Re-Write Rapunzel I remember being a little girl, reading the stories about princesses and far away lands. I would fantasize about what life would be like in a castle or if I would have my prince charming come along. Mother Gothel caught me once, and she came by to me and…
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My Reason
My reason Growing up seeing her as my mom, and him *as my dad till i was 5 or 6 Falling asleep i remember vaguely…
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New York
I am from the bodega From strawberry kiwi snapple and chopped cheese with fries I am from the _cold, loud Dirty, wild, yet lit projects of NYC , the cooking from food of all cultures fills the air , along with the stench of piss and marijuana in the elevators and halls I am…
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A Distant Fantasy
A Distant Fantasy I used to be someone who loved the great outdoors Screaming and playing as I ran amongst the grass wet with dew. For once saying, “Yes! I loved jumping onto mud while it rains!” Being excited until…
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Where I am From
Where I am From I am from India. From a brown that is my skin. I am from the sunshine yellow of my mother’s laugh. From the red and white of my brother’s favorite football shirt. I am from the crisp new white pages of a book, From the miserable grey of the street I…
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