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    My Narrator mostly just sighs

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  2. 30. sij

    Delighted to announce that Colin and Gaz will be doing a special acoustic DSS set on the Saturday of this amazing festival! It really is one of the best weekends of the year

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  3. 31. sij

    They say love causes rose-tinted glasses but to her, not all is . Lost love is black. Possessive love is green. Passionate love purple. Platonic love blue. New love yellow. Nurturing love brown. When they reach out to her for advice, she wishes she was colourblind.

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  4. 31. sij

    The colors aren't , but shades of blood. The paint on the canvas bleeds to the floor. It's a picture of tragedy, sorrow, history. Hers. She paints in the dark, away from the windows. When she's done, she locks the door behind her. Leaves the past for another day.

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  5. 31. sij
    Odgovor korisniku/ci

    Do Bots Dream of Viral Tweets

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  6. 31. sij

    We're trees, my love; trunk-spined and branch-limbed with leaf hairs that in the sunshine of our youth, graying slowly and sparsing in the ashen and overcast winter windstorms of age and wrinkled hands. Trees, I think, living a rinse, cycle, and repeat reverie.

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  7. 31. sij

    Irish exit, French exit- now here’s how to BREXIT a party

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  8. 26. lis 2019.

    When we finished our meals, I handed my boyfriend his anniversary gift. When he opened it, he looked at me in . I couldn't understand why. For in the package was simply a scrapbook I had made. Full of photos of him. While he was sleeping. Before I met him.

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  9. 27. sij

    Fear the ultimate , its teeth rattling with truth, its arms laden with moonless nights, barbs that scratch inside skulls, diseased fists that crumple flesh and blades which cut love-shaped outlines, leaving cold space and a bleeding trail of pain in its wake.

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  10. 28. sij

    I knew I never go back to that cracked white sink - a gesture of humanity - stained by that tortuous drip, drumming into eternity, to that slack mattress, dragging me deeper, to that empty clack of authority's heels, insomniacs' appeals, to the clang of despair.

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  11. 31. sij

    A pink flamingo sunset billows its blushes and parades explosions of ink edged with lit gold; sunrays like sides of quartz dazzle behind the storm-cloud, alchemy turning graphite to silver - the enormity of all that is ours as a tiny reflection in your eyes.

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  12. I lay on the bed, -cheeked, pretending to be beautiful and asleep as she approached. The legends were true–her skin was white as snow, lips red as blood and her hair black as ebony. When she bared her fangs and lovebit my neck, I knew we'd be together forever.

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  13. 30. sij

    I think him red-maned and spatter-faced with freckles now; curls for days with a dash of the devil in his gaze. Big as God, broad as the backside of a bear I think him. More than widow-peaked, slipping away to a silver scalp so long without time, I think him now.

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  14. In a few hours (to kill time in London before I see ), I've devoured Tove Ditlevsen's stunning Copenhagen Trilogy. Incredible read, a life-changing collection of novels. ❤️🇩🇰

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  15. 30. sij

    Our universe has an extra star that doesn't exist in any other dimension. We call it the Sun. I've travelled across space and wormholes my whole life. When asked where I'm from, I glance at void in the starry sky, where home should be. "You wouldn't know it," I say.

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  16. 30. sij

    They are being born, the leaders, the preachers, the innovators, the saviours, the warmongers, the peacekeepers, the sick, the healers, their contexts walling them into their futures. With nurturing they will embrace oneness, not the eclipse of this rolling rock.

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  17. There's no -time allotted to give us a second chance to achieve the things we've failed to. No precious minutes added on, even in the event of an unforseen injury, to gain a few more crucial opportunities. No, life and death are more important than that.

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  18. Two of my drabbles 'The Mayan Who Laughed' and 'The Sword of Freyr' are featured in the upcoming anthology Forgotten Ones: Drabbles of Myth and Legend. Published by and due for release in April 2020, you can pre-order it here:

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  19. 29. sij
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  20. 29. sij

    Crease-browed and squint-eyed, Anaheim bound on the blister-shimmer blacktop between 'Cisco and La La Land, I watched them flicker and splay like film strip flashbacks of good times in gone byes over the horizon. Reflections in refractions, it was something .

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  21. 29. sij

    “General, it’s time.” “Already? “I’m afraid so, ma’am.” “And we are sure that 10,498 is the right number?” “That’s it exactly, ma’am. No more or less. Not one.” “Then get them all into the bunkers before the sun begins. We are humanity’s final hope.”

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