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'I picked the pieces of myself from the floor, panic racking my mind. Why was I collapsing? I was so careful...I stared horrified, picking up each piece as it fell, hurrying to place it back in it's correct position, fitting it together like a puzzle. I don't know who I am, or why I am tearing apart. I don't know why my mind shatters like glass and lays upon the floor, mocking my ignorance, mocking my condition. Perhaps, if I piece it together in a new way, all would be restored. I'll stop falling apart, it'll once again be okay for me to exist.I picked up the shards of my mind, gently placing them back into their proper places. In mirror, I could see the reflection of myself. Glass, reflecting the mirror thousands of times. I'm shattering and I can't slow it down. Oh, how I wish a man of glass could cry, could feel, could truly recollect who he is. It seems almost impossible, but maybe I can. I have to find myself, and perhaps the mirror is a clue. Things are always more than they seem, right?'King Charles VI of France believed that he was made of glass. He forgot his identity as king, his name, his wife, and children as he tried not to break himself. It was a complete psychological mishap that many people hadn't understood during this time. Though, now it's called Glass Delusion.…

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'I eagerly raised my glass into the air, smiling widely. In the dim lighting, I could see Alexander smiling so fondly at the woman he just married. A lovely woman with a beautiful smile, a beautiful woman with gorgeous eyes.He chose her. It's only fair that I show my support, instead of my jealousy. To say I was jealous would be far from the truth, wouldn't it? He had not belonged to me to begin with, and it's in his ever-loving right to marry who he desires.I never owned him. That would be horrendous to say, blasphemous even!Before I could consider my own thoughts, I rose a glass into the air, and I laughed. "A glass to the lonely and the broke! To the wed and the divorced! To the shattered and the broke! We're all here to unite under one power! And to you, my dear boy, my love burns warm... You, my dear boy, I still crave more than anything... I still love you more than anything..."I cover my mouth, my glass shattering beside me. Alexander stared back at me with flaming eyes, and furrowed brows. I can't quite read how he's feeling, which is odd. I always know how he feels."Laurens... We need to speak."'…

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TW: Mentions of self-harm/suicide'I stood in the field of wild flowers, heart fluttering. I was where I wanted to be again, I was back west. I was exploring the virgin plain lands...I grazed my hand soft over a petal of a small, blue flower. Delicate, what it was, so easily broken. I looked to the river, and then down the way, expectant eyes looking for the man that brought unto me this joy so fine.I saw his flaming hair soon, and I smiled, hurrying to stand up.He stood in the pirogue, a confident stride in the way he walked to the end, his pace so peaceful and kind. I laughed, almost giddy at the sight. "Billy!""Meri!" He cheered. I smiled ear to ear, hurrying to the bank of the river. I reach to take his hand, and once I felt the firmness of his rough, calloused hand, I felt at home. He pulled me forward, into the pirogue, and I could feel it shift and rock beneath us, but he held me. He held me tight, fingers latching into my hair. I looked up at him, seeing tears in his eyes."Billy...?""Just come home... please?" He pleaded, and I stared, almost confused."Billy, what are you talking about? We are home..."'…

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Aaron Burr excitedly excepts his role as Thomas's vice, only to feel shattered when the man doesn't return the same excitement. Assuming it's because they where political rivals throughout the election, he assumes he can earn Thomas's trust.Thomas, from the beginning, looked forward to working with the man. He just couldn't find the right thing to say.Birthday gift for: @Random-Pebble…

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C/W: Mentions of death'I sat at my desk for hours, writing quick notes on a few pieces of paper. The night had been long, it seemed, though, I hadn't quite felt alone. I glance over my shoulder, feeling a looming presence, though I know not of who it may be.Staring at the corner of the tent for a long period of time, I came to the conclusion that no one was there. So I turned back to my writing.My eyelids have long since grown heavy as it approached the early hours of the morning, and I knew that soon, I'd end up falling asleep. Though, I can't help but feel as if someone drew closer. Turning, I saw a face of someone I hadn't seen in awhile. My heart sped up and I quickly stood, setting my quill down. It couldn't be him! It shouldn't be him."N-Nate?" I breathed, backing promptly into my desk."I believe I promised you one more talk before I went." The figure smiled, offering a hand to me.I smiled, the familiar face relaxing. "One more talk it will be..."'…

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So, I've read the letters shared between Alexander Hamilton and John Laurens various times, and I can't help but want to write them into a story. So, I'll be attempting to do so.Taking one of the more popular letters between the two, I took and debunked how Alexander might have been feeling as he wrote, making it into a short story with only 3,614 words.Started: Friday, September 24, 2020Finished: Saturday, September 25, 2020…

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TW:Depictions of hanging, and a description of the sorts, swearing, etc... If you are sensitive to either of these subjects, please refrain from reading. "I watched as his stern expression quivered and faltered; it was clear what was happening. It finally kicked in; the realization that he was going to die, that this was the end of it. I knew he was afraid; his blue eyes seemed to swell with tears as he shot a glance towards me. I felt my own body tense as they announced his crimes, announced his fate. That soft glance now felt haunting. This would be the last time I would see my Benny alive. And it's a shame he had to stand there, noose tight around his neck, and he had to watch as I tried not to let my composure break. I didn't want to look anymore, but then the lever was pulled, and his body dropped. I covered my mouth, and turned away. I couldn't bear to see him die like this."Okay, so in this AU, Benjamin Tallmadge is hung instead of Nathan Hale. I'm writing this to torture a friend- heheheheh- @/ spycraxtor_…

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The music was soft as everything came into view. The building, the beauty, the light.In the back of my mind, I knew what the song was, but I couldn't quite recall the name. It was a soft, somber melody that settled the land with ease, yet it allowed the spirits to dance. My stride all but slowed as I entered the chapel, beams of light filling my eyes as my focus remained on the ceiling. Vines had found their ways through the hollow points of the support, and the hugged the golden beams tightly, a breeze danced through the vines that grew from the ceiling beams, shattered pieces of stained glass laid around, but caused no harm to those who walked by. It felt almost enchanting.Gentle dust particles gently passed my view as I hurried down the small walkway that firmly divided the pews. Soft, red cushioned, pews. Though, it was the being before me was what had drawn me in. He was standing there, a smile on his lips, an inviting hand reaching for mine. His mouth opened, and the words that followed soon reach my ears, "Might I have this dance, my dear?"…

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This is Historical Fiction. I am going to be making it as accurate as I possibly can, however. Despite my attempts, I can not make this 100% accurate.In September of 1779, John Paul Jones fought one of the fiercest battles in Naval History. He had led the USS Bonhomme Richard frigate, (named for Benjamin Franklin), in an engagement with a 50-gun British Warship known as, "HMS Serapis." And it was there that he uttered his most glorious line, "How can I surrender when I have not yet begun the fight?" I will be retelling this event from John Paul Jones's perspective. History has its eyes on me, and those in the future can remain disappointed.…