Category: Human
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My Obsession
She is so beautiful. I love admiring her everywhere she goes. I know all her favourite coffee places and where she gets her hair done. I’ve read through her diary and know every detail of her life. My camera roll is filled with photos of her posing and living out…
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Time Traveller Camp
My parents sent me to summer camp this year, despite being sixteen and way too old for this crap. They’ve never sent me to camp before this either. It’s going to be so embarrassing to be the oldest kid in the room amongst prepubecent children. Little kids freak me out…
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Kingdom of Misfits
Nothing makes sense in this world, yet that’s where the beauty lies. Houses are all designed in unique architecture and colours. People dress as they please. Art culture is overflowing in abundance. We created this safe haven for those who don’t know their place in the world, or where they…
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Second Chance at Life
I need him back. My beloved husband which we spent sixty-seven years together, is gone. I know I only get one pass in my life, so I have to cash that in to bring him back. He’s standing before me again. Strangely, there is another woman I’ve never met before,…
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Making it Up
As a writer, people assume I know where I’m heading with my characters and plot. I truly don’t! Each sentence comes as it will, and I have no idea what’s next. That’s what my editing process is for! Editing is where clarity comes from. 1st edit: make sense of my…
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Final Hours
It troubles me everytime it happens, where I encounter the final few hours of some random person’s life right before they die. Their life flashes before my eyes as I see where they were, who they interacted with and why they died easy. It’s a huge reason why I took…
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Bright, Vivid Colours
The colours dance around the room as they usually do when I’m exhausted. The oranges become purples, the greens become pinks, and so on and so forth. It is a nice pastime of mine taht makes me feel somewhat alive and somewhat dead. I don’t know what the colours mean,…
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natural Job Selection
All creatives will relate to this. Every painter finds work at a gallery or an art supply store, so they get closer to their goal. Same with writers – they find work at a publishing house. Musicians work in recording studios. They all have the commonality of utilising the resources…
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One Man Band
I inherited a whole bunch of money from my parents. I should go shopping with this money immediately. I’ve always dreamed of starting a band. Off to the music shop I go! One drumkit, one electric guitar, one acoustic guitar, one bass, one double bass, one trumpet, one saxophone, one…
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Breaking the Art Laws
Skyscrapers all of the same design. Identical businesses shoeboxed in next to each other. The same monotonous colour palette. People passing by with approved hairstyles and clothes. I live in a society where art and creative culture are forbidden by law. Where 2+2=4 and everything objectively falls into line. Only…
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Death to us Part
When I said I loved you until death do us part, I menat it.. I love you so much that you must die. The sooner the better, in my humble opinion. I sharpened my favourite knife for this very occasion; our wedding day. I promise, my love, that you will…
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Two-Way Mirror World
I get unnerved every time I see my own reflection. I’ve tried telling people about my fear, and they brush it off as a self-conscious behaviour. They quickly jump in to the conversation to tell me how pretty I am, and I can’t help but roll my eyes at the…
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Another Package Arriving
“Your package is expected to arrive today from Children’s Wear Warehouse. Please bring your identification to present at the Moorsehills Post Office. You have until the 14th of July, 2018 tocollect your package.” Yet another text message I have received about a delivery. They aren’t usually as detailed as the…
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Dear Diary,
Dear Diary, I haven’t used a diary in years, and I feel foolish addressing my diary with my emotions. I don’t know where else to turn to for my creative frustrations. I am struggling to get the creative juices flowing, and when they do, I’m too exhausted to act on…
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Set Sail
Most people I know are ungrateful for their jobs. Don’t get me wrong, I completely lose track of why I work too. I am lucky enough to travel the world and meet passengers from all walks of life. I see friendly faces wander over to the bar and converse with…
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Voicemail For Dad
I type in the phone number and anxiously wait while it dials. First ring, second ring, third ring, fourth ring, fifth ring. Gone to the answering machine. I was really hoping he’d pick up this time. *Beep* “Hey, dad, I know we haven’t spoken in some time, but I want…
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The Need To Work
As much as people like to tell me not to wrap myself in my work, I can’t help myself. It is the greatest place to receive an education, in my opinion. In work, I understand myself on a better level, I have greater sense of purpose within my community, and…
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Missing Person
When I was a young woman, I left home to live and survive on my own. As I was gone, I met a man who showed me a life without social media. We moved around travelling together, eventually got married, and never looked back. I lost contact with people in…
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The ‘Balloon Guy’
I feel my heart sink every time I’m recognised in public. I have a famous streak to my name, but not for any good reason. I got infamous for my deranged video I recorded of myself. I posted it to the internet for attention, and boy did I get that…
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Strangers Once
Everyone starts the day timid and resistant to get to know each other. We are all brought together by a common interest. Eventually, enough time passes and people move around the table telling stories. Once closed books are opening up and confiding in one another. You share food and drinks…
The Main Character 