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Spellbound
“Hey, do you guys hear that?” But Marcus’s voice got lost in the music of the sea and radio. The Spellbound swayed gently under his feet, the deck littered with splashes of beer and remnants of their party. There was an island in the distance; their main reason for stopping to party. They were so…
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The Obsessed Artist
Every single hair, Every single chip, Every single detail, Must be perfection. For my work is no less than that. I am no less than that. My pride, Passion, Dedication. Cannot go to waste. “You’ll be fine, you always do great”, they tell me. I admire their ignorance. Unaware of all…
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Weighted Air
Alone in the driver’s seat, the cold air pressed down around Neve in that particular way only silent night air could, tranquil and yet still bursting with possibilities. It was hard to explain, but air in darkness had a weight like no other; oppressing, condescending— and urging. She sucked in a deep breath with considerable…
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Lost Souls
She’s right here, she really is. Her presence ever so warm, her smile warming the despair of three-thirty in the morning, peeking at him beneath their covers. “What’s wrong, big dummy?” To hell with reality and reason. For the first night in three months, he could bear to fall asleep, accompanied by…
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Asphodel Meadows
The stretch of elastic under the constant pressure; pushed against both ends by steady fingers. Slow. Whining. I knew it would hurt when released, I closed my eyes so I could hear the sound better. The rubber climbs up, gradually, steadily. Will it fly? If I let go of my attention, at just the right…
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The Dream That Wasn’t
His monotone voice droned on as minutes stayed stagnant. “Now… Worksheet 1 on the… Complete it….Good.” The humid air suffocated my lungs. Each second seemed to be clawing at my sanity, itching at my patience. How much longer until the bell? “Okay… Now onto… Question 1…” A wild blur willingly escaped my…
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Just One
‘One’ The keen knife; held only by the handle, Or cut by merciless metal. One more, Just one. It’s always just one, no? A hair-thin difference; the whistle of wind, tipping me off the edge- snickering as I fall: down down down. I thought, ‘how?’ as I laid there, Even…
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For My Mother
Sometimes I think I’m okay, but when the tide turns I realise that everything is gone. The once strong, beautiful tower no longer exists; She once was a support beam now crippled, fallen, and barely hanging on. I am not okay. For the sun that completed my solar system is not okay. Writer…