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I’m haunted by her voice, her images. My mind keeps running over the vivid pictures she drew for me; a little dying girl, tears mixing with blood-both hers, trickling down the stairs. My Chucks stop the blood path for a moment, before it flows over and through soaking the material. I step cautiously, not caring about my shoes but whether my ( Read more... ) -
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"I can find no rest. My head is filled with horrible images. I can't say I actually see them, it's more that I feel them. It seems my mouth is full of birds which I crunch between my teeth. Their feathers, their blood and broken bones are choking me."
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Falling?
There is no way out. We are all trapped. Locked in our cages, forever lost in our dark mazes and hidden away in secret cupboards. Each person in this world has their own personal demons. Some demons are shared; the paralyzing fear of snakes or spiders, a cruel boss who doesn’t seem to possess human emotions, heights. It doesn’t matter what ( Read more... ) -
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“Let’s go.” I stepped off the ledge and into a puddle. My feet slid straight through and I was falling. I closed my eyes and waited for solid ground. The tiniest of thumps heralded my arrival and four faces turned to look at me. I arched one eyebrow and stepped aside to let Sensei land. It took him longer than I though it would have, unless ( Read more... ) -
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I sit on the window sill watching them. They all look so happy together. Like they don't miss me. It’s almost as if I was never part of that happiness. Never a part of the friendship that binds them all together. Through conflict, inner and external, each member still stands strong ( Read more... ) -
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I sit on the window sill watching them. They all look so happy together. Like they don't miss me. It’s almost as if I was never part of that happiness. Never a part of the friendship that binds them all together. Through conflict, inner and external, each member still stands strong ( Read more... ) -
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