Left behind in that subtle
way, as if someone
took a photograph of me
as I once was, and hung it
up on their wall in
frozen perpetuity.
A fond memory, merely
to revisit, a
few times a year, all while their
own lives spin on in such rich
colorful brocade.
I smile, as I once did, for
I do so in the photo.
Unblinking, I watch.
As I will forever do.
About the Creator
Chloë J.
Probably not as funny as I think I am
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Just Sixty Seconds
Oliver sat at a cold, grey steel-covered table. He knew he was next. The longer he sat here, the more confident he knew he wouldn’t make it. His hands were tied to the chair he was sitting on, pushed up against the steel table. A small camera in the corner of the ceiling with a tiny red flashing light was the only thing he was focused on. He felt sick to the stomach. He knew he didn’t have long.
By Joshua Maggs8 days ago in Fiction
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So lovely.
Read this and liked it a few days ago, so here to say today that this was a stunning stunning piece of work. Just keep doing what you're doing. It's all gold as far as I've seen!
The calibre of work here of late is of a very high standard and this is another piece that keeps it up there - so well done!