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The Man in the Sand
As I stood, a colossal fiend in the centre of a devastating tragedy, I reflected back on the life I had witnessed bustle past over the centuries.
Madi HaywoodPublished 5 months ago in FictionWallflowers
Wallflowers divulge their secrets only when you idle and listen with the diligence of a lighthouse keeper and the patience of a mother
Sam Eliza GreenPublished 5 months ago in PoetsLife On The Spectrum: Chapter 4
"Ah look at all the lonely people! Ah look at all the lonely people! Eleanor Rigby picks up the rice in a church where a wedding has been. Lives in a dream, waits at the window wearing a face that she keeps in a jar by the door, who is it for? All the lonely people, where do they all come from? All the lonely people, where do they all belong?
Sean CallaghanPublished 5 months ago in ChaptersOnline Shopping
Many companies have a lovely website filled with enticing products. Many companies also have lovely stores filled with enticing products
Judey KalchikPublished 5 months ago in PoetsSo I talked to ChatGPT About OSW
Heeeeeellllllooooo noggers! I always find it so random what ChatGPT knows and it doesn’t know, plus I figured I need more content on here than just my dates gone wrong, otherwise I’m just going to look like a serial dater, so why not delve into seeing what ChatGPT knows about various subjects. Up first, Old School Wrestling Review baby! In this girls humble opinion, the absolute funniest channel on YouTube, hands down. There’s just something so comforting about those playfully racist Irish boys completely taking the piss out of everything, while showing so much love for the content they’re skewering you can’t help but to laugh along. I could gush about them for days and days, but nobody wants to see that, so let’s see what ChatGPT knows about the threesome in everyone’s celebrity boy stable.
Aubrey KatePublished 5 months ago in GeeksSlayer
I have done this before. My body, no longer young but not yet old, is a map of scarred lines telling the many tales of my gruesome adventures. Adventures that have inspired songs, made grown men shudder and maidens weep. The heat, the pregnant silence, the waiting. The calm before the inevitable eruption of violence. This is nothing new. I have done this before.
Cayla StonePublished 5 months ago in FictionWe Prisoners of the Sun
Hiyori Lighthouse was on fire. The flames first swelled with the darkening night, heralded by a deafening blast that quaked the lighthouse island. Through thickening plumes of smoke, alarms blared and the stampede began.
- Second Place in Arid Challenge
Berry
I closed my mouth slowly, deliberately, pressing rather than chewing. It is important to savour. The berry, plucked so long ago from that solitary bush, kept too long in my tattered pouch, was engulfed in my parched silence. It was shrivelled, hard; my tongue pushed it to the roof of my mouth, my throat braced for a burst of sweet juice that never came.
James LeekPublished 5 months ago in Fiction