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At eighteen, I leave. I stand on the doorstep, bag slung over my shoulder, prideful, broken and hungry for more. I don’t just burn bridges, I explode them with a cacophony of accusations. Every secret that’s ever laid inside me is screamed out. You spit at me and tell me never to come back. So I never do. At seventeen, I realise you’re no monster. It would be easier if you were a monster. But I find you wee...
There was nothing wrong with the people. Once you had scraped off their makeup, ripped off their ties, and broken their sky scraper heels, you realised they were just people. They had frown lines, bad days, and bits of spinach in their teeth. There was nothing wrong with the building, either. Sure, there was a coldness to the glass as it stretched towards the clouds but there was beauty too and tiny shops crammed under bridges, and warm homes. The buildings weren’t a problem.There wasn’t even anything wrong with th...
Trigger warning: suicide The water creeps up to my ankles. My shoes and socks are soaked through. Across my body, goosebumps break out, the tiny hairs standing up on their tiptoes. From under the door, the water trickles in. And I, I stand and wait, wait until it fills up the room, fills up my lungs and drags me, gasping, choking, into silence. I was not an angry child, In fact, many of my parents’ friends found it eerie how placid I was, how I would simply stare with my big eyes...
If I kept looking in his eyes, I thought I might fall into them. they were empty, an abyss of nothingness, where you can't see the bottom, but you know, you know, you know, that the landing will break you. “I never loved you, you know,” he said. It was like he thought it was a revelation. Like he thought that this secret was the one I wanted him to confess. He stepped forward. I stepped back onto th...
Cruelty is necessary for survival. . You may think that you’re the exception, that you are some shining example of pure morality but I can assure you that is a delusion. You are cruel and you have always been cruel and you will be cruel until the day that the cruel hands of death take you. Cruelty is necessary for survival. And right now, it is extremely necessary for mine. You may mutter and sigh and say t...
The problem with the end of the world is that you never get a nice day. No matter how good you start off, you always end up in a pile of guts and gore. Today was a good day until the zombies showed up. Sun was shining, no acid clouds melting flesh. There was even a deer with nine eyes that we spotted on our way to get supplies. The Turned ruin everything. I only got this new combat gear yesterday and it's already...
If the power didn't come back soon, Ella worried that she would be stuck out here forever. It wasn’t because she was worried they wouldn’t be able to get back into the house, it was that they wouldn’t want to. With most families, she thought, the problem would be that they would hate being stuck in a sorry excuse for a garden, with a tent that was bought ten years ago and has never been used. But with Ella’s… Ella...
I was nine when it first happened. The ethereal dreams. Before that, I had the same dreams everyone did. Filled with anxiety about forgetting homework or being murdered by killer clowns. I quite enjoyed the ones with dancing zebras.This time, it was different. When I drifted off to sleep, I wasn't presented with a stream of strange images from my subconscious. There was no fog over this dream. Instead, it was vivid, bright and brimming with vibrancy. Lifelike but somehow more than that. Like eating a bazillion candies but without t...
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