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My collections

My stories

Could We Be Friends

When a relationship suddenly stops – isn’t your world meant to fall apart? I was full of passion, lust and future designs. How am I happier now? It...

18:45

I stepped back for the sound of metal on metal, the rush of air and red paint. The 18:45 was two minutes behind schedule. I had savoured those...

Night Driving

Pupils swallowing the shadows, skin washed away. Eyes sore in the cloudy moonlight, another slow coach, another five miles. A rumble of pollution,...

Running

An old Oak branch jumped against my shin as I thundered down the smuggler's path. Low hanging holly leaves clawed at my face; cold amber swallowed my faded black trainers.

Awake

Cracked maps knitted with moss, the bark warm under tips.

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