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It had happened again. She knew as she pushed open her heavy eye lids, still filled with sleep and dreams, that the room she found herself in wo..

She was doing the front crawl when it happened. Her fifteenth lap up and back again, fighting against the cool water and its deep ripples she had..

Lying in this thick darkness we’ll call the night in bed alone; except for you beside me. The midnight masks what I can’t see, but as ..

The silent drops of silver fall, gently, hardly not at all. They brush my window, kiss my pain, their patterns seem to hush my name. I crave the d..

‘Just five years old’, he shook his head, And read the words inscribed in gold. ‘Another flesh to turn to dust, Ano..

My neighbour across the road is a pervert; I see him watching me from his back garden as I’m getting undressed. He doesn’t try and hide ..

The boy sat smoking a cigarette. The sharp, cold air hitting his face every now and then, reminding him he was alive. He hadn’t meant to smoke..

Growing older is like the passing of seasons �" The leaves turning brown, like hair turning grey. The chill in the air, like a shiver..

Thick green shirts; the cotton’s cheap and mass-made for purpose each with a string of numbers, five digits in bold black ink on the pocket ..