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  • Stella Jones and the Great Man Hunt (extract)

    “Stella Jones, in my office, now.” Megan’s voice is chipped, similar to her nailpolish. Across our small divider, Madison half shrugs at me. She’s efficient like that. In fact,

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  • the room with the garden view

    As stated, this is a writing practice. The piece of work I appropriated was a typical story of a moody teenager who was jealous of Mary - a girl from ...

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  • farewell drumbeat

    There is a drumbeat. Of course there is a drumbeat. My heart is faster. It always was around you. There is one rational thought. Of course there is one rational ...

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I lingered round them, under that benign sky: watched the moths fluttering among the heath and harebells, listened to the soft wind breathing through the grass, and wondered how any one could ever imagine unquiet slumbers for the sleepers in that quiet earth.
— Emily Bronte, Wuthering Heights