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StoryPassing Through - 2/3 - Passing Through/Stuck in a Fence Stephen Thom1510 years 1 month ago
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The Classroom Diaries - Chapter 3

Armstrong was late. Jason sat smugly to the right of the Deputy head who gave him a tut tut look as he sidled in. The room was laid out like a...
Cherry

The Classroom Diaries - Chapter 2

The class were on edge. They moved and twitched as one, hungry and focused. Each one was as intent on their purpose as the next.

The Classroom Diaries

Even walking through the doors in the morning was a chore. The regiment of stern faces formed a welcoming wall, judging and scrutinising in equal measure. This would be awkward.

Pup

When you can't understand that we don't know what to do and your throat is raw from fumbling at the vowels - we just hold you. Keep you safe in our warm, amniotic bubble.

Full Circle

“And should we forget them then? Let the injustices of the past lie? Scratch anyone and they bleed and some wounds bleed through the centuries.”

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