Writing in the Dark
“What are you doing in here?” said Margaret. “I’m writing,” said Johnny. Johnny adjusted himself on the toilet seat and turned the page of his notebook. Margaret turned on the light.
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Camp Koradel Chapter 4
As Sophie and Scott climbed up the Stone wall, Erin whispered, “I’m sorry, guys, but Galvin came back here, looking for Sophie. I had to tell him she went to the bathroom.”
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Camp Koradel Chapter 3
They woke up when it was hardly morning; the sun wasn’t up yet, and as she stumbled her way to the bathroom, Sophie tried not to step on any of the grumbling girls.
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No One Can ever Love You Like I do. (IP)
You know how to make me smile everything about you oozes delight, you make me feel so happy inside and full At night. We have this routine every Day, even when I've tried
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The Mississippi on her Knees Chapter Five
A memoir about what it was about to be eighteen years old and losing my dad to cancer.
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The Great Years
This street, that Greggs, Before morning registrations; The burger van on a Friday. Rain against the windows of Subway And Colonel Mustard’s And the...
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The parliament lake and a stranger
We dangled our feet from the edge, a meter away from the water, yet hesitant to fully stretch them out. Our hands touched the damp tiles that built upon each other to form the lake in front of us.
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April
Whilst waiting for the teakettle to whistle, doodles overwrite themselves, pitch black, on grainy surface of white paper. Maze of twists and turns, round and elliptical,
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Make Yourself at Home
She should have worked her way up the ladder by now. Maybe if she’d learned better social skills. Or smiled a bit more. Maybe not.
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Who controls us?
Who controls us? p k Routray When we take food in our mouth and chew it, Heart beats nonstop so that we remain alive and fit. Our breath never ceases,
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