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Category: Creative Writing
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She is an aberration. Heartless. An unbalanced equation floating through space, which no amount of adjusting seems to resolve. She wants to be something definite, something with form - recognisable, recognised; known. Instead, she’s…
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Heartless
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Michael
I lay here, awake, listening to the soft splashes of the rain, falling outside my window, hitting the rooftops and slipping down the gutter to the silent street below. It’s beautiful… That is, of course, until the modern, first world, white,…
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Wide Awake
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Bam Barrow
Alright stop and in 467, the Athenian Empire became heaven, ‘til the, Peloponnesian thrive, when Athens fell in 415. Thasos, in 465, had its gold mines taken but stayed alive, without, no walls or a navy, a large fine that made them…
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Ice ice,…
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Sophie Dorrell
I have a friend called tony mow - tana Born and bred in the slums of Havana He aint no fucking joker He don’t look nothing like heath ledger But they say hes rum Hes not Hes fucking sailors mate hes a hard arse bastard, a mean gangster his…
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Tony the Mow
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louisjames86
Everlie’s Tree I am a tree. The faint echoing falling of my leaves has marked the passing seasons as the blink of a human eye marks the passing of a second. I feel older than every blink a human ever made; my years feel more numerous…
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Everlie’s…
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Michael
Exaltation of the Soul; The fragment of mere consequence To which I have no suggestion. For art is Art, and I am the Spectator. Vivid Desire; upon the flesh of Nothingness; my mind unto thou A segment of Creation. Herein our Difference is…
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Soul Within Art
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Chris Kenworthy
I saw setting down the sun with the reflection of myself into a dissolving path hypnotizing the waves, hypnotizing the vision, hypnotize my soul to the shadows to the shadows that I’ve saw thought the times I’ve been down that path,…
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SHADOWS
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matt catling
the world have become complicated that you find the system is hard sometime I wonder that the dreams inside you counts maybe one day we’ll find our way home too find a way to beat the system It fells like a river from bad to good, you…
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Dreams…
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matt catling
see the sun setting by the sky turning into darkness I felling left out and out of place even more that I used to be Drinking thought a dark side, turning it to into a colorful sky of dreams so I can fell the emotion my heart, sadness…
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Underground
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matt catling
We are the stars that make it happen. They are the clouds that highlight our beauty. Who is that island that needs no one? I know what a fool would reckon. In the endeavour to delve why things happen, am deadlocked. Then I acquiesce to the…
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MIND GONE ON TOUR
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Povertyvaccine
It’s hard to say when I first became existent. I was created out of human thought as they lay time upon the world. I am born at midnight and reborn every one-hundred-and-forty-four hours. My name is Monday GMT. I have brothers and sisters…
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A Day In…
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Michael
Consciousness ebbed and flowed like a wave of the pacific, slowly grinding against the rocks of my mind. My brain throbbed as thousands of razorblades carved my skull, their venom tinted lips kissing my cranium, not creating comfort, but…
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Story…
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Sophie Dorrell
I gradually woke from unconsciousness feeling the cool summer breeze flow over my pale, still body, my eyes flittered open, the suns beam filling my room with a golden glow, every now and then a ray of light would escape from behind the…
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Untitled
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Nicolie_xo
Emotions, pressure, excitement, worry, fear. Scratching at the surface of my mind like a cat pouncing on its prey. My hearts beat was echoing through my body leaving me in suspense. My hand shaking, nerves showing in every breath, one breath…
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Emotions
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Nicolie_xo
MONA AND COLIN INT. LOCAL SUPERSTORE - DAY MONA and COLIN start placing their shopping on the conveyer belt. COLIN Do we eat sprouts? MONA I don’t eat sprouts COLIN Well, who eats the sprouts? The kids don’t like sprouts MONA You eat…
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Mona and…
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Amy Bell
We are in an age of technological connections; an age where anyone in the world could talk to anyone they wish about anything they would ever want to, granted they have access to a computing device and an Internet port, which these days is…
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Social…
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Ian Drake
We are opening on the 3rd of march. We will be having a grand opening at Pipp’s Too, Needham market, and hope to see you there! Xx R.P.
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Opening weekend
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RetroPr…
Retro Princess deals in vintage and retro clothing of a good quality and desirable nature. We offer good, affordable on trend clothing. We provide the seen-on-screen trends at a low cost, and an option away from the repetitive high street…
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About…
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RetroPr…
Le Cœur de la Mer (The Heart of the Ocean) Connie Wednesday 10th April It was a Wednesday when we took the train to Southampton. We stopped at the bank next to the station and I watched Pa withdraw all of the money he and my brother had…
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Le Coeur…
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Natasch…
How they got up here, These splintered bones of slate and shale, Giant’s teeth that long since shattered, Has been lost beneath heathland Buried by brambles. An old man with a battered brow Pegs his stick into the ground. His back is…
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Llanberis
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Ewan
The range reaches round Wrapped in a coat of grey, It smothers the mountain, A horseshoe hoof Locked in a murky embrace. All here is alien, One rock stands upright at the summit, Ice has frozen its daggers to one side. It is all to hold…
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Summit
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Ewan
“Thats when you know you’ve found someone special. When you can just shut the fuck up and enjoy the comfortable silence.” I have that line going round my head right now. Though I decided a while back that it was a pretty good quote to live…
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Dialogue
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Patrick Scott
I’m sick of hearing birdsong as the sun blurs its way between my curtains. Not because the sound particularly grates, but because since he died I can’t sleep. Birdsong should only be appreciated after peaceful sleep. I’ve been…
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Michael
The poet closed his eyes and dreamed. He dreamed of better things, higher things. The structure of his world altered and morality lightened. His spirit arched into the universe and conversed with angels. Beneath, his body rested in the cool…
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Dream
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Michael
Michael Kingston was the unrivalled champion of the hundred metre sprint. People gathered in their millions to experience the second-hand adrenaline rush of the victor as he flew with an undeniable power across the broad, stretched surface…
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Rise and Fall
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Alannah D-Y
As I lay restless in bed anticipating sounds of sleigh bells on the roof or the jingle of baubles on the tree, it was the rustling of paper from bellow which made me ecstatic at the prospect of stealing a glimpse of ‘Santa’. Eagerly, I…
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You’re…
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Rebecca Stewart
I cannot stress or better express Theres nothing quite matching the classic pork scratching Its invention, divine The taste of pork rind The inventor is a legend and deserves a mention And the pork that is salted and the barley that is…
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Mr Porky
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bellamy
Blu Bambu or Tiger Tiger: which do you prefer for an epic Wednesday social? The relocation of sports nights from the modest nightclub on Bigg Market to the superclub chain has inevitably caused a stir amongst students and sports teams. I’ve…
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Blu Bambu…
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Pamela Mardle
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