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Egg of Dystopia

Cindy found it in the forest by accident. She had been running from some other kids and she veered off the path to throw them off her trail. As her feet ploughed through the leaf covered forest floor her toe hit what she assumed was a rock and sent her sprawling. She laid there for… Continue reading Egg of Dystopia

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Paranormal Activity?

Do I love a good ghost story? The walls around me feel oppressive. The old house sits quiet. The sky outside is black and it glows grey when the white cracks of lightening break through it. Today for the first time I feel as if I should have listened because the house truly feels as… Continue reading Paranormal Activity?

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Writing Together

The Penis Chronicles presents, “Writing Together” My older boy and I started a comic together. He had asked me a while ago and I believe I shared our intentions with you during one of the weekend coffee shares. This is the story of how it all started, the beginning of our comic. My oldest boy… Continue reading Writing Together

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During Sleep

The floor tasted like chocolate. It was a pleasant surprise considering the nastier things I had been anticipating! Anticipating? Now there’s a word. Finding myself here, doing this was the last thing I would have predicted for my future. The morning started like any other. I remember getting out of my bed and stretching toward… Continue reading During Sleep

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Mystery in the Snow

It was the longest winter anyone in our quiet little town could remember. Something had changed in the world. We all knew it even though news hardly ever reached our distant corner. Small whispers had echoed on the fall winds of something dark and lonely. Those fall winds came suddenly and they were harsh and… Continue reading Mystery in the Snow

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Statement of Guilt

I didn’t mean to kill him! I felt disembodied as I watched the flow of water controlled by my hand. All the crevices in my flesh seemed magnified as my slender fingers allowed the water to rise higher. The sound of the water was muffled by the dirt around his body. It wasn’t a quick… Continue reading Statement of Guilt

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The Ornate Door

Could anyone notice? Did anyone else feel this way? These two questions rolled around in his mind in a continuous loop as his feet crunched over the gravel. It was only a short walk to work but it seemed to go on forever. Rodrick tried to get up and go to work each day feeling… Continue reading The Ornate Door

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Hope in Darkness

The dark closet structure that we were all forced to live in was replaced in my mind’s eye by our old tiny homes. Their image remains burnt in my mind. They would punish me if they knew. The small structures were meticulously up-kept. The multi-coloured doors a most beloved feature. Nobody saw it coming, the… Continue reading Hope in Darkness

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Coffee Shop Girls

The giggling caught my attention, such a light hearted sound. I found the source buried in the corner almost hidden by the artificial plants, two of the loveliest girls I had seen. As their laughter ceased the one girl stared into her coffee and the other girl stared over her friend’s shoulder through the dirty… Continue reading Coffee Shop Girls