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Short Story

Tasting Fear

I smelt fear for the first time when mom died. Strangers, loud mouthed and boisterous, dragged us through dark alleys smelling of rotting red meat and wilting vegetables, yelling “I have what you want”, “Come, buy from me”. Dad always…

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Short Story

Vapours

Happiness was not something Esther was used to. She had never felt its popular comforting arms around her. She saw life as hard and grey as stone. Every day was always unkind to her. Each day leaving her with nothing…

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Poetry

I Walk

I walk in the rain So you would not see my tears I walk in the shadows So you would not see my fears I walk in the fire So you would not see my pain I walk in the…

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Poetry

The Making of Beauty

Her grip got tighter and tighter. Her screams louder and louder. It seemed the rhythm of our heart beats were in sync. It seemed I could feel what she was feeling like a cardiac morse code. She started on her…

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