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WHY ARE WE HERE?

Short bit of fiction.

Loved

I had to write folk tale for english, I thought this was kinda cute...

Skull Music

His headphones hold his skull in place. He is not listening to anything when I wonder: what is he listening to? I envy his internal film crew: his reality raised above ours.

Incompatibility

Ridicule turned and hied.

nov 17

Well, I haven't made any journal entries lately. I've been living in Thailand and teaching English at a university. A couple weeks ago, I went to a nearby coastal town and slept with a couple of whores. The first one was very pretty, only the second extremely attractive girl I've ever been with; The sex didn't do much for me because of the wall of latex.Earlier, I met her 5 year old daughter, who tried to caress me as she's seen the women doing to customers. I sent her off with some ice cream money- which probably amounts to neutral karma.
Cherry

NO TIME FOR CRIME

Innocent and still proven guilt-free.
Cherry

Muswell Hill Time Travellers

With apologies to 'Primer', whose tone I have stolen.
Cherry

She Punched Me in the Face with a Fist of Laughter

"You could never embarrass me. Celine gave a sudden grin to a grandpa standing nearby, opened her tearstained mouth wide, and shouted. "I'M JESUS CHRIIIIIIIIIIIIST!"

Mrs Corner's Window

Mrs Corner's front window resembled an omlette.
Cherry

01603 406006

Sometimes when my phone rings and it's from a number I do not recognise I answer it and pretend I am dying

House of Frasier

He wanted a dog that did sommersaults for Dolly Mixture

Like a Hero in the Movies

He would have sailed the seven seas for her but did not know if they existed or were fictional

Bad Memory

"Did you know Nicolas Burn? My brother asked me all of the sudden, sitting with his back to me and poking in his laptop.
Cherry

What a piece of work is a

For two weeks I added powdered violets to his coffee. I smeared lipstick around his nipples as he slept. As for his hair, I raked it with a paddle brush and rinsed it in cider vinegar until it shone like currency.

leave

Love conquers all Love changes me Love smiles and I smile with it Love matters to me Love is not having to say sorry Love makes plans for the future Love travels with us Love is there in the corner

We Are The Corn

a poem about christianity

Bump

I'm nothing if not A bump in the road at 85 Marked by gorgeous tires Treaded with kisses and lies You see me coming Preapre as you come near Theen It's up and over Not even a speck in your rear view mirror

Desolate Abbi

Composed first, this is of no link to 'Desolate Abby' the name of this was written shortly becfore t'other became a dream. Abbi may not die this night, but her heart and soul died in that letter, Benjamin wished only for her to join him wherever he may go. Abbi's body will remain, but true to their beleifs her soul has left our world and joined another. one day, the full Benjamin - Abbi story will be written up properly and put on the site. with any luck. thankfully it is all only from my mind. as too many things are nowadays.

Desolate Abby

hmph, a fairly inspired writing, but i wont tell what inspired it because its a weird(ish) one. either way here it is.

The Fence

Staring across the putrid earth, A fence of swords crossing my path, Sights of joy reach around my brain; Pitted, twisted and wounded mind. Thrusting myself on sharpened fence, The blades cut deep into my chest,

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