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They all sit around the table, no one really knows what to say or do, so they all just sit there as he tears into the sandwich like someone who hasn’t eaten for several days. He looks up from the food, his cloudy, lifeless eyes look over his family and he smiles a dirty, rotten…
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Steve throws his jacket onto the back of the chair and gently closes the door, locking it as he does, and then confidently strides over to the window and opens the blinds, looking out over the dark city. He smiles broadly and undoes his belt as he settles down in his seat and opens the…
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“It’s just not healthy Ben, can’t you just get another hobby?” She says, but he shows little to no acknowledgement of her words, he just stares forward. “For fuck sake Ben, look at me when I’m talking to you, or so help me god I’m leaving?” But still he doesn’t move, she screams in frustration…
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He looks uncomfortably into the rear-view mirror, at the car behind him, it’s red and blue lights flash violently and he swallows a mouthful of air, it moves down his throat like a rock and he shuffles in his seat as the officer gets out of the vehicle and slowly makes his way towards him.…
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“I’m telling you it’s not normal,” Tony says to Jerry, his supposed best friend, that was up until five minutes ago. “You’re just being crazy, honestly man it’s nothing, you’re overreacting, it’s not that bad.” “You just said it was nothing and now you’re saying it’s not they bad, so obviously it’s something, maybe I…
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He raises the fork up to his mouth and his face twists, as he looks at the strange, bluish meat that hangs off it, he feels her eyes staring at him and he looks towards her and he feels the sweat run down his face. “Stop staring,” he says as he lowers the fork and…
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I blame my sixth grade teacher Mister McCardle for it all, I mean he started it all, someone had to, and he’s the best one to blame. Every time, every fucking time I did something wrong he would say it, without fail and the whole class would laugh as though he had just told the…
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He sits in the waiting room as the world continues to move on around him, the girls behind the desk answer calls and fill in work sheets as he sits there, waiting. He shuffles in his seat, and he feels that he has the right to call it his seat as he’s sat in it…
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He sits in the examination room and runs a hand over his clean shaven head, and slaps it down over his skull, using it like a drum for a few moments before he drags the hand down over his face, dragging his eyelids down, revealing the red flesh behind his eyes and then over his…
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They gather around the nastily dug hole in the ground with bowed heads and closed eyes, as today, this family buries it patriarch, a man who they all thought would live forever, but now they stand in awe of the truth, that nothing lives forever. Jeremiah Talbot was a man of few words, but many…
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He sits back in the chair as the light blindly shines into his eyes, and he puts his arm up to shield them. “Please Mister Montgomery, can you put your arm down,” The man asks him. “Sorry, force of habit,” he replies. “Well unless you want your mouth ripped open, I suggest you keep it…
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She moves through the little shop slowly, taking her time to look over each of the items with old, experienced eyes, until finally she comes across one that grabs her attention. She picks up the small musical box and gives it the once over before she opens it, the box begins to play a soft…
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I stand here like a total moron staring bewilderingly into her big green eyes trying to make words come out, but I can’t, I don’t know how to. I worked myself up so much for this that I really don’t know what to say or what to do, now that I’m here. Well, that’s a…
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To say my brother and I have had an eventful life would be putting it bluntly, you could say it started when we first escaped our mother’s womb, nine weeks earlier than planned. For that we spent the next three months in the intensive care unit of the baby’s ward at St Alban Children’s Hospital.…
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He pushes the bikes throttle to the maximum as he tears down the street, his heart thumping in his chest viciously as he rides more on instinct than awareness. The numbers displayed on the inside of his helmet continue to count down and he tries to push the bike harder, faster, but he knows he…
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The wind blows through the trees, scattering it’s leaves through the air with a ferociousness, sending them floating helplessly across the park. Clive Foster tightens the grip on his jacket as the wind cuts through his clothing and forces a cold shiver through his body that sends his teeth into a violent clatter. With his…