Cherrypicked stories
A Dickens of a Feud
We become what we hate and fear, do we not? About someone not so dear to my heart...
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Lupus
The night was calling to me. I tasted metal in the back of my mouth, between my teeth. I knew by now to watch and obey the signs. I knew what was going to happen, with the night so hungry for me.
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- 3023 reads
Self-discovery
At the primary school, draw a stick along the railings until you play the theme from the cricket, Booker T’s Soul Limbo , then just before the Hammond organ’s
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- 957 reads
I Am No One
I am a sinner. I am a killer. I am no one. The knife tucked under my jacket presses against my skin, its cold steel sending goosebumps across my arm.
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Cave dive
He looks up through panels of light: groupers sulking in threes, pre-orthodontic limestone, the sky peering in from kitsch turquoise slots like the lamp fittings
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More than life itself
perv, moi?
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Tipping Point
At what point does a good relationship fall over?
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A Family Affair
Dedicated to my Uncle and Aunt. --- "Mr. Krpec my name is Dr. Sanders. I work at the recovery center your son is residing in. I regret to inform you that your son has passed away."
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We Made This Poem Together
We made this poem together, do you remember? I read you a few lines from Octavio Paz, something about your body being the trace of your body, and you said it was one of the saddest poems
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Nicotine 7/Festival Mother 3
These people Keep on calling me The Guillemots are on but I can’t get near them and there’s someone in a sphere over there Suspended.
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- 657 reads
A Clique Clicks
The continuing adventures of Steven and his weird friends. This time, they're in gym class. Steven falls in love, and they have a confrontation with a frightening bully.
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- 980 reads
The Hottest Day
200 Degrees made longer
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Sweat and Tears (but thankfully no Blood)
Inspiration point...sport...phew! I can feel the adrenalin just writing down the memory...
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Always Read the Label Chapter 21 Season's Greetings
What a head turner. She looked stunning, all bubbly and chatty with designer clothes that fitted like a glove. Then I saw her again about a few months later.
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Infatuation
About a boy. He made me realise that obsession isn't love, and we can be blind to what we really want.
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People Who
People who wave on trains are the ones who leave their door swung wide open with the sun sawing it in half like a magician’s finale and they are the ones who picked up that scarf
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MoonUnit - chapters 8 - 12
Mental cases in the purple rain
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- 1202 reads
Flowers
These flowers were forgotten left in the waterless vase until they turned brittle brown, became bare dry sticks; leaves fallen, petals long lost. Flowers in memory only.
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Maille, France, and hanging baskets.
My tears feel too easy, it was their pain I found hard to bear, listening to the radio And chopping onions.
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Sheet
Inspired by the work of H. Craig Hanna
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- 881 reads