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Christmas in the Neighborhood

The neighborhood looked like little gingerbread houses. Yellow lights lit the December sky, waiting for the magic.

The Concert

It was something out of a movie. Music was everywhere possible. It wasn't just coming from the band or the voices around me chanting along. It was in me.

PORN

1000 little whispers tremble helplessly against the cold stone drive the needle farther under my nail laughing at the pain I forget to acknowledge I'm in a forest, burnt to the ground

The Dance of Life

I’ve danced the dance of life with you before I know I’ve lived a life with you before I know I’ve seen your smile Smile upon me I’ve watched your face And saw you

Blink

Blink. I dare you. Spend one half of one second with your eyes completely shut. Do it. If for no other reason than your eyes are getting dry. Go on. Blink.

My Life

I suppose my idea came from reading Michael McIntyre’s autobiography and yes I will always question my spelling of Michael; is it the a before the e?

Will

Acid burned in her mouth. She swallowed hard; wishing the taste away. She clenched and unclenched her fists behind his back. His strong broad shoulders clad with a faded black t shirt.

Alice

No Man's Meat

I can't feel pain the way you do, I guess it's not in my DNA. Neither's humour, isn't that true? Or what is it that you want me to say? And you're genetically predisposed

A Hop, a Skip, and a Jump

There are moments in your life that almost seem to move in slow motion. Those moments that could change everything. Everything you were, you are, and will be.