Monique J. Mortimer

@MJ_Writes_

My tweets have typos... Just saying ✌️ A writer, reader and abstract painter. Still battling with the first draft of my novel 😕

Vrijeme pridruživanja: veljača 2018.

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    1. sij
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  2. 21. sij

    It's a perfect spot for a stalker. I imagine you saying that, if you were here. But you not. You hardly here anymore.

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  3. 15. sij

    I in the light Far from the darkness you choose For in the light I found myself

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  4. 8. sij

    The sat at the head of the table, glaring at me. "His reign of tyranny will soon end" I hiss My sister elbows me, "cut it out. He can hear you" "So what!?" "He is our stepfather, show him some respect" I skewer a carrot on my plate, "Never!"

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  5. 1. sij

    I've traveled the roads most steer clear of Eaten foods unknown to the mundane man All in search of answers to the big questions But found only fancy dressed Spewing words of wisdom laced with lies.

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  6. 19. pro 2019.

    I had a girlfriend once Until we met And I could not forget The third leg I found between her legs

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  7. 16. pro 2019.

    Nothing left here to see Just a shell of the woman I once was Regret replaced my passion Hatred roams in me My will to be, withered away You truly did the life out of me.

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  8. 13. pro 2019.

    Lucy is . Keenly aware of her naked body strapped down to a cold unyielding surface. Her breath comes in rapid pants, arms and feet fight against the restraints. A familiar face smiles down at her. "Why?" "You know why"

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  9. 5. pro 2019.

    "What are you doing?" "Guru told me to bury my problems" "Is that why your husband is lying in a shallow grave in the garden?" "No, that's his lover" "Oh" "Fear not, he's next"

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  10. 3. pro 2019.

    I left the city behind, To seek refuge in fields, lush and green. Endless days spreading into endless starry nights.

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  11. 2. pro 2019.

    Omens Neither good or bad My ball sees it all  A fate so divine

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  12. 8. stu 2019.

    The goal is set. 30 days to complete. With my blood, sweat and tears, and a dash of Red Bull thrown in, I will fight to the end. Nothing in my way To my NaNoWriMo novel this month.

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  13. 6. stu 2019.

    "Did you it?" Mark asks. Of course I've tried to trim the tree. It's all I do. Everyday, snip-snip and for what? The tree grows faster than the others. But I can't tell Mark that the tree only started growing after I buried my ex's body there.

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  14. 5. stu 2019.

    In a , I fumble with out of the trees onto paved road. My makeshift dress is no protection from the cool night air. I push my bleeding feet to move. To find safety. "Please help me" I plead to the first person I see. "Why did you leave the house Annie?"

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  15. 4. stu 2019.

    The picture is cropped. It's suppose to have my sister and I, taken on a sunny Saturday out by the pool. Now it only features me, young and vibrant. So different from the girl I am now. Hollow and broken, locked away. Staring at my own missing poster.

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  16. 3. stu 2019.

    I continue to . First the cheese and now the carrots. I do not ask what for. Mama is too busy fighting Daddy. "Don't mind us, honey. Just grate" Mama said. So I grate till the sound blocks out their awful words. Till my tears soak the carrots.

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  17. 9. lis 2019.

    There's a strange tingle in my . Spreading from my toes to my face, where a smile I cannot contain breaks free. I have no words for what I'm feeling or how to say thank you for everyone who made this possible 🙏

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  18. 7. lis 2019.

    I can hear it Soft playing in the attic It beckons me Only problem is I don't have an attic Yet the music persists Until I'm on the ledge, staring at the ground below The song ends So do I.

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  19. 6. lis 2019.

    "We should go in" her brother whispers. "You go first. If you don't come out it means you are dead and I can have your car" "Seeing as you summoned the who now possesses our granny, you should go in first" "Fine. If I die I'm coming back to possess you"

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  20. 5. lis 2019.

    You told me to go So I did I'd hoped you tel me to come back But you didn't Still I waited. Chased away suitors. Yet you married and fathered children While I remained barren, waiting for you.

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