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Pressed against the transparent walls, Like a confused and blinded bird, Pushing, leaning, heaving. Flailing, fighting, slipping down its slippery facade. Palms pale and sweating, Clinging, pleading..

WELL I NEED HELP AND I WANT YOUR HELP!!!!! SO PLEASE HELP ME IN ANY WAY THAT YOU CAN I WILL TAKE JUST ABOUT ANYTHING SO HERE IT GOES....I'M WRITING ...

Moments flickers past, hands reach up to catch, Through the fingers, like grains of sand, Time flashes by me, not even leaving a scratch All my moments end up spilling ...

Before you read this… I know you know the meanings of these words...but I’m using some of them in a different context. Those definitions are below. Cancer: any evil condition ...

Dear April,My Mum made me go and see a counselor, she says I need someone to talk to about your deat…what happened to you. No one really seems to understand ...

Rushed Aleesha pulled the yellow tape measure out from the bottom of her underwear drawer. The door to her room was closed and locked. Not like anyone was going to ...

Chapter 9 Alex admired the view out of the window, he wasn’t tired, too much had happened the night before. However, he did appear to be managing, Quinn may be ...

Prologue She sat on the dock, alone. 'Alone' was the very word she had hoped wouldn't come up. Her long golden hair and sapphire-blue eyes reflected the moonlight as the ...

I sit and kneel and Pray with arms held in Reverence. Church-learned Creeds spew forth unbidden Hiding real, beseeching Angry words. Only after is There time for me to speak ...

everything that existed. everything that i loved. everything that had meaning. lost with just one mistake. everything that was dead. everything that you hated. everything that you despised. brutally b

A Moonlit Storm Black skeletal tree branches cast shadows on the wall They sway casually in the late night's breeze I lay in the bed by the window, looking up ...

So I submitted 'Monster' to an anthology of short stories 'Flash Spec' that will be published later this year and was asking for submissions. It was short listed for publication ...

The rain beat at the forest. Huddled under the protection of the outcrop, Elyn sighed. The fire had long since gone out, plunging the cosy campsite into gloom. "You know, ...

Night is sinking, fluttering to earth as black paper. August looms like a shadow, a ledge that will inevitably interrupt my fall. My guilt is definite. Prophecies aren't blotchy ink ...

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