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There is so much beyond what we understand about the universe. There are worlds that exist far away, much further than what we know about the space near Earth’s position. When we look up at the stars, all these lightyears away, they are changing before we even realise they have changed. Imploding, shifting, dying, whatever…
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I’m of the impression that making money should be easy. And I mean really easy, where I barely have to put effort in to make money kind of easy. One foolproof step: come up with a get-rich-quick scheme and try replicating the next scheme when the first is exposed. I’ve been in the grifting business…
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Every time I sneeze, I lose my bearings. It would be all good if I got disorientated from the up and down movement, but I teleport to a different location with each sneeze. Yesterday, I sneezed and ended up in Paris. It’s frustrating to pay for all my plane tickets home, and randomly and mysteriously…
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All of my stationery is starting to run dry. My pens are missing the strokes I put to paper. The highlighters look dull. It’s not how it’s supposed to be. I need my stationery working in order to keep creating. I can’t make art without my tools. This isn’t fair! I could just buy new…
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“98% complete. Please do not turn off until uploaded.” I am so close now. I can see the progress bar nearly there. Almost. “Error occurred. Restart download?” I click the button to see the progress bar back to the beginning. “0%”. Nooooooooo! This can’t be happening, as now I have to wait another hour again.
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It’s not often that I get to catch up with my friend. Unfortunately, the first time our paths crossed was a fluke accident where a portal from his world and my world opened up at the exact same location. Different worlds in different universes. In the time we got to spend together, we immediately bonded…
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I watch the hands on the clock face slowly tick by. Each. Excruciating. Second. I’ve gone into waiting mode before I’m meant to be getting ready and heading off to work. There is absolutely other things I could be working on in these long hours, but my mind is refusing to do anything else that…
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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 her life. I’m obsessed with…
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Big stadiums. Big flashy lights. Pyro programmed and loaded for the show. Screaming fans. Loud! That’s me! I’m not one of these elements alone, but the extravaganza event of a lifetime. I am the main event. I’m big and flashy and fun, and also the party that creates lifelong memories for people. It’s why I’m…
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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 also. They have no filter…
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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 belong. Quirky is wonderful and…
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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, who also cashed in her…
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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 own work 2nd edit: check…
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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 up detective work. I can…
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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, but I prefer to use…
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I’m the last person to tend to the dead overlords. People of all species do not accept their creators are mortal, despite how long they live for, die just like them. They might understand on a surface level that everything is created from a previous reaction, but foolish enough to believe the gods are exempt…
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The pink elephants didn’t always attack others and defend themselves with candy canes, but it’s how they do it now. There was the fairy floss firing ranges the cowboy whales used to operate. Times were – and still are – full of chaotic streams of events on the timeline. Some scientists have attempted to cross…
The Main Character 