Young Writers
A baby is always a Blessing... Sure.
*/ Lord help me. I can’t keep still, my thoughts feel like they are floating around my head, like bubbles in a fish tank. Clustering together fast...
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Chapter 2. Dystopian Tea
I follow Gran into the living room. She looks around like she’s a stranger to the place, which I guess she is. She seems disturbed by the lizard...
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Botched Cod Loin
It’s a Saturday morning not long before Christmas and I’m sat cross-legged on the living room floor wondering why there are no good road trip movies...
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Teardrop hug
A teardrop in a hug. Water trickles a reminder of your desires. You can no longer ignore them, they're seeping through and out of your skin from your...
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Home
Home Can you find a home in a person? Perhaps. They say home is where the heart is, and sure I'm grateful for those I have in my life, I have my...
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Count your blessings
*/ Some days naturally give you a little perk in your step. Others, well, others not so much. Some of the other days, well, you start to let your...
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curtain call
applause. the curtain is closed on a performance i long to reprise i wish to reprise so, please do not sigh when i cut myself off i don’t want to lie...
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doormats
dirty socks, tangled headphones, silent whisperer my miniature sleeping on the sofa till she tackles and i tickle her my sister tries to act...
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golden (part two)
gold used to scare me intimidate me and for a long time i thought gold was you gold bounced off of your skin and paved a path for me shattered glass...
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an old cliche
either way, I will blame myself either way, I will hate myself for not doing more for not doing less for doing nothing so I understand, I’m listening...
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