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Run

Mark ran. He started without a warm-up. He had never run in his adult life, and not since gaining those last few pounds that put him over the Bar – the ‘your health is seriously at risk’ bar. He made … Continue reading

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I Tried to Tell You

I tried to tell you that I loved you, I wasn’t sure you’d understand, But please don’t tell me that I’m silly, Just be quiet and take my hand. Let me lead to where dreams live, Let me show you … Continue reading

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The Dead Heat

I melted in the dead heat To a pool of skin and sweat, No wind blowing a warning Of the coming of Hot Death. I melted in the dead heat On my way to work a day, Hot Death on … Continue reading

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Post Paddy’s Day

Dear Whatever, How do I put this? I hate St Patrick’s Day. With a passion. It’s always been just another day of the year, one without school or pressure or anything like that. Then I was invited out, and my … Continue reading

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Tea For One

It couldn’t be helped: she hadn’t shown up. Yet. That was the hope. That was all that kept Cas from crying. A single word and all the possibilities it possessed. ‘Yet’ meant that even as the tea was poured into … Continue reading

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It’ll Be Okay

Dear Whatever, After a surprise turn of events, my classmates weren’t assholes. I’m still not entirely sure what’s going on, but since, like, Wednesday they haven’t been treating me like I’m the shit they need to get off their shoes. … Continue reading

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The Mountain Man

His name was long since forgotten, by the world and by himself. He wasn’t even sure he was technically alive anymore, though he could think and see and hear, and it still felt very much like living. He was embedded … Continue reading

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