Eden no more.
Capitalism and power had begun a war.
Lives, struggling daily.
Impervious and sometimes shady.
People were being awakened.
Sensibilities were numbed.
Eclipsed in the pursuit of freedom.
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Final Call
She flings her arms around my neck and squeezes me like she’s never going to let me go. My head spins as her lips brush against my cheek. She must be able to feel my heart thumping in my chest. I shuffle backwards and ram my hands into my coat pockets, watching her reach down and heave the rucksack across her shoulders.
By Caroline Cravenabout 13 hours ago in Fiction
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