Real friends in my fictitious life…. 

It's pretty simply, I am like marmite.... you either love me or you hate me.... most of the time it's the latter of that equation but for the ones who love me, they honestly, truly do.  This leads me to the beginning of my story, the beginning of something great, the beginning of the group…

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Summer, a short poem

The sun comes up, the earth gets warm, the masses rush to the beach, in an unorganised swarm. The waves wash up and tickle the sand, pulling in and back out, oh isn't it grand. A little girl with an ice cream dripping down her limb, her brother rushes to the writhing water, desperate for…

Emily (part three)

For the last three years Emily had been working six days a week and thirteen hours a day at the diner. On her day off she was forced to spend her time attempting to clean the house after her mothers continuous substance abuse party's.  Emily's mother had been trying to take as much of her…

Emily (part two)

After a very long bus ride across town, a plea to the bus driver over incorrect fare and a nice old lady paying the last few cents she owed Emily had finally arrived at the diner for her interview. The morning sun had just begun to rise over the silhouetted tree line, frozen mist still…

Emily (part one)

The night was much darker than normal, the black so thick that even her breathing felt laboured. Ice cold air Nipping at her finger tips, mocking her for not choosing to wear gloves. She walked home slower than she usually did, however not out of choice. She felt tired tonight, each step more effort than…

Alone in a crowd 

Yes... you can feel alone while surrounded by people.  Sometimes feeling lonely while you are truly alone is better than feeling alone around others. It's a weird feeling to have, nothing feels entertaining, everything just feels, for the lack of a better word.... empty.... People will offer their company up freely, but honestly, you don't…

A glimpse into nowhere…

The cotton sheets were soft on his weather treated, hard working skin. Breathing in deeply he rolled over, arm outstretched searching for another human life. The air around his hand cold and crisp in comparison to the stale heat under the duvet. A hint of pine filling his nostrils, the cabin not yet a year…

What they do…

The moment you meet someone you know if you are going to like them or not. Their personality will fit with yours like two matching gloves. Conversation never slows throughout the days, months or years. You will always have something to say, you will always invoke debatable topics that cause an argumentative state to erupt,…

Just you and her.

Your eyes feel heavy, the thickness of the dark hugging you tightly.  Has old man time deceived your body again? Could it only be the early hours of the morning?  You lift the weight of your once dream filled head and try to reanimate yourself, you are tired....  your mouth  is like a cotton field,…