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It had started very subtly. Jane’s friends would occasionally forget she was there – be apparently unaware when she passed them in the street. Often she would have to ask a question several times before she could get people’s attention.
To begin with, this did not unsettle Jane too much. In general she had always been a bit of a wallflower and she was used to her small voice being overlooked, but in recent years she had began to turn this around. She had hired a voice coach, she’d joined an amateur dramatics club, began going out with workmates more often; she’d eve
On WritingFirst, When we are introduced to the world We all have our reactions Our own world Constructed on the real.On Writing
For some of us, this turns to poetry To others, paint Some of us are drawn to write Others to sing.
And so Second We introduce The new world To the real
And we wait for a response To the effort The soul The passion we put in.
Then we discover with horror And pain That it has all been done before And better.
The beauty The sheer power Of other worlds Is to
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For a moment the hand froze on the alarm clock. Not daring to move lest it disturb the cosy silence that followed. A pair of bleary eyes poked out from the cover, crowned by a large forehead and the sorry looking remains of what were once proud, golden locks, now looking more like a skin condition. A low groan came out from beneath the sheets the man rubbed his eyes and began to sit up, cracking almost every joint simultaneously. Then, as he rested on his elbows, a thought came to him: what’s the bloody
The GardenThe GardenThe Garden
Blue…yellow…green…red…blue again, the shimmering colours merged and swirled about on the thin water’s surface. This tranquil pattern broken only by the occasional frog that appeared here and there. An onlooker would be able to see the small group of ducklings dogging their mother across the water, and the heron that jerked its head about, searching for the elusive frogs. As it happened, there was an onlooker there already, lying on the grass, soaking up the last of the summer’s sunshine. It is, however, incorrect to refer to this man as an onlooker, as he was
MonarchyThe flag fluttered timidly in the gentle breeze, a lone and fragile source of movement in an otherwise rigid landscape. Its crest, which in years past could invoke anything from blinding fear to cautious suspicion and more often than not an almost suicidal loyalty, was now torn and shredded, its symbolism torn down along with the great monolith it had represented. The pole on which it rested was rusted and stained with the long, slow decay that only the onset of time can bring, its base firmly embedded in the roof of a shattered convenience store.Monarchy
Rising and falling, the wind passed through the skeletons o
New Deviation
Love
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deuce1 n. The two at dice or cards; (Tennis) state of score (40 all, games all) at which either party must gain two consecutive points or games to win.
deuce2 n. Plague; mischief; the Devil.
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