Verbing the Noun
Verbing the noun... is that a euphemism?
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Test
A prose poem. I like to imagine my girlfriend alone, ordering ravioli in the café where they know her name but mispronounce it.
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The Era of Noily Pratt
A strange cosmic journey (man) A bilious wave travelled up from my feet to the volatile depths of my belly I took a deep breath and injected myself with a booster of horseradish jelly
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Caught Out
The evidence was damning; There was nothing I could say To deny the existence Of the terrible deceit I’d hidden. I tucked it in the pages Of some forgotten book on a shelf
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Under And Above
Underneath, there is a fluid Running through the soil and sandstone Blood dark and rich with tales Buried deep and weighed down with buildings
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First Impression Last: Effective Copy Writing Headlines
Copy writing is the art of writing persuasive copies. Brilliantly crafted contents only have one particular thing in common – attention-grabbing headlines. Why? First impression last.
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Nightmare on Third Street - Chapter Seventeen
I was sitting in an uncomfortable wooden chair that was bolted to the floor, my right wrist handcuffed to the arm, a bright light shining in my eyes.
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Food Lover
I’m dining on memories, Snacking on snippets of conversation, Gobbling stolen glimpses, Eating up everything I remember Of you as you were. I loved the you I remember;
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From the Park Fountain
From the park fountain Where the children drink, Lapping happily Between uncaring play And mothers' folded frowns. Dashing up ripples With little toy hands; Parachute droplets Wink in the sunlight
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