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Folding The Map: One For My City

By Nelly Smith on Tue, 10 Feb 2015

I want to fold the world, Like you can fold a map. So Ohio can be beside Halifax. Or so I can surf the north pacific. I want to fold the world, Like...

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She

By Nelly Smith on Tue, 10 Feb 2015

They called her "EASY". Her name was unimportant, her life didn't matter to them. They slapped her with a label like their father often slapped them...

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Sands of time: A short poem

By Nelly Smith on Tue, 10 Feb 2015

Days. Weeks. Months. Passing by like sand on a windy day. Stinging exposed skin as it flies past, escaping every hope of being examined. Every...

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After Days - Chapter 9

By JOswick on Mon, 09 Feb 2015

Zayn drummed his finger against his crossed arm, tapping in time with the clock’s second hand. Ten forty-two, he had been sat for over an hour...

More Beast than Beauty

By _Hayley_ on Mon, 09 Feb 2015

I am stood in the dark. I can hear the stiff conversation between the two girls on the stage, forced and badly delivered. My arms stick out at odd...

After Days - Chapter 8

By JOswick on Sun, 08 Feb 2015

“I will ask you one more time, little girl.” The Private warned, already agitated and tired. “How has that young man-” “Leon.” Vicky chirped happily...