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| Type | Title | Author | Replies | Last updated |
|---|---|---|---|---|
| Story | mornings. | maggyvaneijk | 16 | 15 years 10 months ago |
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SAD
It is dark; the sun never seems to rise. There’s no lark to mark the day; the night sighs as it grows weary, I feel fearful, I feel teary. It is dark...
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- 1492 reads
More
I am a white, middle class man, I am embarrassed by how little I know. I can only begin to imagine, then realise that to sit and theorise about how...
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- 826 reads
same
The same, the same, the same again. Washing machine makes the floor shake, kitchen surface trembles plates fall; break. Pull the brake, make the same...
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- 739 reads
Quarantine
The sun, the grass, a gentle breeze. Months of quiet unease. Four walls, a computer screen. You and me and nobody seen. Coffee, often burnt, made for...
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ghost
I told a lie that I had seen the worst of me and was comfortable. I have seen only part of me and am not comfortable. I am uneasy. I leave myself...
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- 480 reads