A true story about a Sofabed and Holland

A true story about a Sofabed and Holland

Close the blinds

He watches as the blind descends, shutting out the street The light claws at the dark fabric, noise hurls itself at the window But falls back senseless and fluttering

Marionette

No connection. The cut snapped the line. and down fell the puppet without any eyes. turn around now. marionette player. the laughing joker smile cannot be heard anymore.

Boulder in the stream

People running by so fast falling scrapping their knees and hands jumping up and taking off again aimlessly rapidly moving forward, backwards, sideways and I am the rock that stands so still

Tim

TIM At our school the a boy called Tim Everyone was scared of him He made everyone cower in fear The teachers would not dare go near Tim throughout his whole school life

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We had been driving all night so when I woke up in the morning I was surprised to see we had stopped.

The Queue Jumper

Kayla was gaping at the lifeguard. Sami saw her chance and cut ahead of the distracted tween in queue for the waterslide.

Moving is Hell

Lynn hated moving. She hated the fake chumminess exuded by the soulless property owners. She hated the beating-the-crowd-to-the-first-showing anxiety.

Palm Springs Eternal

Palm Springs is just like you would imagine Marilyn Monroe. It is no coincidence, then, that a giant forty-foot statue of the jinxed minx towers there in downtown.

Anisoptera's Escape

The plains are black tonight beyond the edge of town. Sitting on the flat roof of the tower block Anis watches the last embers of the cloud bars fading, as day rolls over the horizon.

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