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It was solemnly obtrusive. Lacing tight in the ground it sat, staring out at the world around it. Swatches of grass tickled its side, an ant cli..

Deep in the Arctic, miles away from anything but ice, a lone trickle of water falls, but never reaches the ground. If you were lucky enough to se..

The tissue squeaked beneath her tear-covered hands. She held it between her quaking fingers, her voice squalling high in an uncontrollable feat...

Sense. What is sense? Sense is how we rule our lives. Sense is a dictator that determines how we speak, act and live. We speak Sense. The follow..

I look around and see the size of all things. Some small some big. Buildings standing metres above the rest. And then I realise that nothing is ..

There are things more deadly

Love. A forever lasting game.

I wonder about things. Everyone does, that can’t be denied. But I like to wonder about things. Anything really, I can wonder about anythin..

There are no words on this page, not one. You may be confused now, wondering what it is you’re looking at. A blank page, that’s what..

I am outside the door. That door, over there, the one you're about to look at. Can you see me? Look hard, come on. Look for the brown hair and b..