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Remembering Living
“The thing about Alzheimer’s is that it’s sort of like all these little, small deaths along the way before they physically die.” -Lucinda Williams
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The Forgotten Fairytale
Blank. It’s completely empty, washed anew like a white slate of stone. I wonder if stones are even white. I wish I could remember more. I desperately yearn to know the person I used to be.
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A Conversation With My Younger Self
I don’t know what time it is, but it’s late at night. The both of us are perched on the rooftop, sharing a cigarette. I watch my younger self inhale and choke on the smoke. She clearly grimaces and hands it back to me. I inhale deeply, biding my time. The edge of the cigarette crackles as I slowly exhale into the cold, night air.
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A Medley For The Moon and Stars
It was the last school recital night of the year; students, teachers and parents filed into the dark auditorium, eager to watch the show. Unbeknownst to them, it would probably be the worst one yet. As the lights dimmed around them, the curtains pulled back to reveal a magician and his assistant, the pair caught in a loud argument over a lost bearded dragon. It took them minutes to realise everyone had been waiting for them to perform. Quite literally, they were two deers caught in the headlights.
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Short Story: Muse
The pale skinny boy in the photo looked foreign; dark curls, hard brown eyes, features etched into what seemed to be a permanent frown. Max sneaked a glance at the vanity mirror facing him; same physical traits and yet an entirely different person.
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A Hundred Dollar Bill
Source When you die, you are reincarnated as the item you value the most. It was an utterly ridiculous concept, one which Peter Anderson had scoffed at when he saw…
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Hush
Moonlight seeps in through the gaps between the clouds, a welcome luminosity against the sky, dark and dreary as per usual. A chilling breeze grazes past Maria’s cheek, and she digs her nails into her palms to stop herself from shuddering, leaving little, crescent-shaped indents in them.
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Getting Your Nails Done
“-and would you like some more tea, Mr Bear? Yes, of course you would. Here you are- careful, it’s hot!”
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Always Near, Never Far
“We may have our differences, but nothing’s more important than family.” - Miguel, from Coco
Eliyah let out a frustrated groan as she reached the front of the kitchen sink. She was about to begin the task of washing her lunch tupperware until her eyes caught sight of another similar tupperware, but of a different colour. While her one was a fiery brick red, the one in the sink was that of a steel blue.
‘Why can’t he just listen for once?’ she thought as she heaved a weary sigh, feeling irritation creep into her system.