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Short stories that don’t get their own blog because they are too short.

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Poetry?

When does it end?

Measure up, they say  “Be like the others,  it’s not that hard”  But I see the others  And they’re dying as much as I am, heart, body and soul   Measure up, they say  To the ones who work now, relax later  To the ones who we have lost, long ago  Work and die now,  be dead later     Measure up, they say  When the cup has no bottom  and each accomplishment,   each success  falls into the void    Measure up, t
Poetry?

Questions not for today

Having thoughts not my own  Having doubts not my own  Having opinions not my own  Having experiences not my own    Every day not my own  Every second not my own  It started as a moment,   a moment of weakness    Moments turned days,  and days turned weeks,   and weeks turned months,  and months turned years    Now noting is my own,  only a copy of someone else  A whole life lived,  but was it my own? 
Poetry?

Ode to something in the past

Do you remember? When we talked about the future, like we had any idea of what was to come? When the days seemed to never end? Like time slowed down   Do you remember? When we thought it would all end up alright  Me something professional, you something creative Like we had any control in the matter   Do you remember? It was so long ago, so I doubt you do But I do Like it was just yesterday…
Short Stories

All Too Fast

All Too Fast Quick note: I started writing this last year, then forgot about it, and since my writing style has changed a lot since then, I’ve tried my best to write in it. The continuation starts around the beginning of paragraph five, though there are a few small edits before that. <><><><> Step, step, step. Pace, pace, pace. The voices bubble around me as I walked into the gates. Sounds of laughter, crying, happiness, sadness and everything in b
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What a Strange Dream… - a short story

What a Strange Dream...  “Sometimes, a Higher Being or ‘God’ will choose a soul and mark them. It is not clear why, but it appears that when the soul is marked, they will experience extreme fluctuation on the Aspect that the God represents, often causing the soul to fall into deep emotional distress. Then, the God approaches the soul, and gives them a choice; a trial for their freedom or servitude until their moral body stops and dies. They spin stories of comfort and purpose to their m
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‘Apparently Depressing’ - a short story I wrote last year

“From what I’ve seen, people want to fit in while also standing out. Theoretically, that’s impossible, but I’ve seen a fair few individuals accomplish that task” – ‘S’  ___  “Unfortunately,” the nice teacher says, leading me to a classroom, “you weren’t put in a class with your friends.” I stay silent. Words usually have meanings, but I don’t understand these ones. I’m usually pretty good at understanding them, but the words “Please sit next to Treble” take a few seconds to dec
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