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I wait at the bus-stop. Every morning like all the other boys and girls. The bus pulls up and we all get on making feeble excesses about our bus passes. We don't really speak. I am deeply afraid. I worked so hard and now I'm here and I feel nothing but the void that bloomed from me at the start. What was the point? To satisfy ...
The battle of the beasts There once was a girl called Gillian and she had three things she treasured most: her home, her peace and her love. Her home stood on the wayside of town. It was small in a technical sense but enough room to fill three hearts to contentment. Her home held her mother...
Sinking into place to notice how the clouds are going greyer. The fear we all once felt has long dispersed into a tired dull ache. There is no such thing as self esteem not at this point. Its meant to be sunset, at the gas station I buy a bottle of coca cola and two bars of chocolate. I sigh as the scan my card and I thank the teenager at the counter. My son Oscar's consumed by his tablet when I get back to the car. My daughter's Izzy's in the front looking out the window at the horizon. I hand her the coke.&nbs...
Submitted to Contest #111
This is an era of great change. It is always an era of great change. Time is a cycle and reincarnation is a true gift few remember and when they do it makes them throw up. I miss so much and so many which is strange really because this is the point where I forget once more. My life, my mind in many bodies. So many pairs of hands. God, the things hands can do. You most likely want a lesson from ...
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