Young Writers
Falling
I laid upon my wooden floor, dented and separated with age and oddly comfortable until you paid too much attention to the unwavering solidity of it,...
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- 295 reads
Home Hunting
"What do you yearn for?" I couldn't help but ask myself what a strange question this was. Right now I seem to yearn for a mug of freshly brewed...
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- 360 reads
She Was Colour
In a monochrome world, she was colour. Everywhere she went, everyone she encountered was brushed with the rainbow that was her. Little by little she...
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Blissful Silence
The silent nomad, gently moved through life content to not speak even once. He did not utter a sound, and had grown to forget how his very own voice...
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- 362 reads
A gift
A Zen master met a woman on a journey one day. By her ignorance, she tried various ways to yell and insult him. Finally, the Zen master turned around...
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Walter Sickert was never in love.
Walter Sickert was never in love. She never liked Walter Sickert. Two lovers sat side by side knelt on the grass, staring in silence outwards, past...
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Is Porn really all that bad?
I am finding immense peace in knowing language is merely a made up concept, and because of that some wield it as a form of power either to ridicule,...
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Ole Cap'n Pete
If I were to meet someone who thought of me how I thought of Ole Cap’n Pete, surely I’d never leave. But he left us, left us in a tree. Believe me...
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The Wrong Industry
“Hey, Jacob. Jackson wants to talk to you in the office.” I looked up from the hold ticket I was writing and saw my boss, Angela standing close by. I...
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Run
Footsteps on gravel slip into soft padding on rock. The trees sigh in dismay as I turn with shoulders raised. Warmth floods through me, within and...
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- 302 reads