I took a breath of relief and sighed, When the world became restricted. For the mask which covered my absent smile, Meant I could be myself outside,
People Like Us
Things like that don’t happen to people like us. They happen on the news, or to distant friends of friends we’ve never met.
Ziggy The Bagman
I made myself a home here, On the streets which took me in, Where Moggill and Morrow diverge, In the shadow of trees,
Jedd The Dog
"No, we're not getting a dog," I said bluntly. It wasn't because I didn't like dogs, I loved them, but as an eighteen year old, full-time student in his first rental home, getting a dog was not exactly a convenient choice. There was no way I was losing my bond money over soiled carpet and a dug-up yard. Emily, one of my three housemates, however, had other plans.
A House Is Not A Home
A house is not a home. Although, Perhaps to the outsider, Or the naïve onlooker, It may appear so. With doors carved from wood,
Fruits of Labour
Todd was perhaps the worst boss to have ever existed. Not only was he abhorrently stupid, but it seemed he put the entirety of his limited brain capacity towards making life as miserable as possible for his employees. He was ambiguously aged, with leathery tanned skin, frown wrinkles, a short-back-and-sides haircut, and an outfit that somehow always incorporated a designer belt. “Somewhere between twenty-eight and forty-five” was the verdict Austin and the other employees had come to under hushed gossip in the lunchroom.
A Flipbook Life
Cerebral akinetopsia is a syndrome in which a patient loses specifically the ability to perceive visual motion - S. Zeki To live in a frozen world would be a somewhat incomprehensible experience for most. Not in the sense of it being devoid of warmth, although in a way, Jacob’s life was certainly lacking geniality, but rather, frozen in time. From Jacob’s perspective, anything that moved would jump from one stationary location to another, as though he were missing several frames from his life’s film reel, and he’d grown tired of viewing the world through broken eyes.
Abuse can be so incredibly difficult to recognise at times. Especially when it’s so close and personal that it’s impossible to step back and see the big picture for what it really is. Maggie knew her boyfriend was a sadistic, controlling sociopath, but a part of her had always been in denial about it. So she let his passive aggressive comments burn into her skin, day after day, as pieces of her were chipped and chiselled away.