I lie awake and wish
A different life might find me
To float away, is bliss
With this life far behind me
For life can seem unfair at times
Too many things I want to do
At least when I am dreaming
Some of these things might come true
I won't be stuck in these four walls
Or in a dead end job I hate
So I lie there and pretend it's true
And let my mind create
If I could be just anything else
For once, for just one day
I fear I would not come back
In my dreams I'd run away
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Sian N. Clutton
A horror and thriller writer at heart, who's recently decided to take a stab at other genres.
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The Voyeur's Incandescent Reasoning
The woman sat nonplussed, in the Waiting Room. In a sort of daze, looking straight ahead patiently. She had already had three small breakfast's that morning and a nip of sherry, this was not unusual she would typically wait until an hour after she took her anti-depressant and was her morning routine. She was merely following instructions she assured herself, shifted slightly in her seat and feeling a little heart burn thought, maybe she should skip lunch. Dom had said to have the task done this week. She was well used to his methods and desired to get this over and done with soon. She glanced at her watch, smiled weakly at the Receptionist who was there for a moment and then gone.
By Canuck Scriber L.Lachapelle Author6 days ago in Fiction
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This was beautiful. I especially loved those last three lines.