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I could feel the cold concrete beneath me and numbness settling over my body. I would have never predicted the day to end in a tragedy with such a spectacular start.
Marissa MacedoPublished 3 years ago in FictionThe Mare's Nest
In situations such as these, Helen knew that it was much better to use one's head. "You've grown much too accustomed to poverty," said Frank, wagging his head blearily through the long fronds of willow that had hitherto entombed her harmony.
Grace McHalePublished 3 years ago in Fiction5 Things I Learned Clubbing Baby Seals
Believe it or not there are several lessons to be learned from a season of baby seal clubbing. What started out as an adventure, of trying to connect with First Nations people groups, turned into a life changing study of self introspection like no other.
The Prepared ChristianPublished 3 years ago in FictionThe Art of Box-Making
Author's Preface: I was surprised last Friday by the arrival of a mysterious box at my doorstep. It was not wrapped, and had no evident return address. Clearly it had not been delivered by mail but rather dropped off by someone or something. Review of my home security footage revealed that it had been left by a drone of unknown origin. It was a rather plain box and when opened revealed nothing inside. The only clue as to its origins or purpose lay in a faint inscription barely visible on its base. It read "I do not make boxes I construct containers for the universe" - Chin sang Wu.
Everyday JunglistPublished 3 years ago in FictionFast And Slow
I find it strange with books , TV and film how similar sized items seem to take such different times to watch or read. I suppose that is mainly whether you want to take it on or you feel you have to take it on. There are so many books , films and TV series that I have on my lists and some are enjoyable but difficult to get through and therefore take much longer and this is true of all media.
Mike Singleton - MikeydredPublished 3 years ago in FictionMovin' On Out
10 CC’s, “Not In Love.”, has converted to the anthem of the hollow sinking sun, while the numerous, trek produced, blisters divulge themselves and progressively cover my throbbing feet. This agonising affliction synchronises with the rollercoaster of rage, accompanied by sorrow, as my intellect scrutinises over the details of the hours recently termed past. With diminutive sunshine left to bask in, I gaze rearwards to the sunset, foolishly mistaken for a sunrise, of two sunsets ago. Tonight, was the night as well… The entire motivation for this ridiculous heart piercing trip… The night of the Aurora Australis.
Samuel FletcherPublished 3 years ago in FictionThe Longest Winter
Stop me if you've heard this one before: an egotistical lead singer starts to put himself into situations that make the rest of his band-mates feel unrepresented. He starts going on interviews solo and arriving at shows late. The behavior goes on long enough that someone finally screams "enough!” and the growing divide is dealt with. It's a story as old as time and the dissolution of The Lizards of Nü Metal is no different. Everyone has their demons.
Justin Colt SmithPublished 3 years ago in FictionThe Stuff of Nightmares
She runs down the desolate beach track, breath coming in ragged, searing, wet gasps. Her feet lose the ground beneath them as she slips across the rough, loose stones. Blood seeps into her eyes from the gash across her cheek. Her knees and hands are grazed, burning from where she crashed against the gravel on the uneven ground. She needs to keep pace, to maintain her balance. She dares not fall again, though her limbs are fatigued. Adrenalin is surging and causing them to tremor with an uncontrollable ferociousness. He is right behind her, breathing hot fear into the void. She can’t see him, but he is there. He is always there.
Final Countdown
“Bye John!” “Bye Larry!” I hop into my Toyota Camry. My parent’s house is only a 10 minute drive from work. A nice commute for “Last Day On Earth.” I pass by the usual: Ms. Pickens pruning her daisies, Sarah and Sasha tanning on the lawn, their brother Joey biking around them in circles, and the old Chinese lady collecting her cans. I decide to give asking Sarah out one last good ol’ fashioned American try.
Juliet DeVettePublished 3 years ago in FictionFinal Countdown
“Bye John!” “Bye Larry!” I hop into my Toyota Camry. My parent’s house is only a 10 minute drive from work. A nice commute for “Last Day On Earth.” I pass by the usual: Ms. Pickens pruning her daisies, Sarah and Sasha tanning on the lawn, their brother Joey biking around them in circles, and the old Chinese lady collecting her cans. I decide to give asking Sarah out one last good ol’ fashioned American try.
Juliet DeVettePublished 3 years ago in FictionThis is How The World Ends
It started with the night clubs. One Friday night, after a long day at work, the whole world collectively decided to just stay home. Why go out, when you could order a take away and watch some comedy panel shows with the family? A bottle of wine and a good curry sounded so much better than getting dressed in their glad rags and hitting the town.
Angel WhelanPublished 3 years ago in FictionBurnout
The day the police came for Cameron Rose, she had passed out in her own vomit. She had spent the night drinking shots and smoking a new drug called “sparks” with her friends. The drug was called that because when you lit the joint, it started flashing like a sparkler. It was supposed to give you visions of the future, but Cameron only had flashes of some frog-like creature sitting on her chest, singing a popular song from her preteen days called “(Make that Butt) Work”.
Maggie DukesPublished 3 years ago in Fiction