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fictional prose: gathering clouds

The smell of cheep coffee and overcooked breakfast pastries permeated the air, wafting in the light breeze through the walkway as she traversed it. The acrid smell of nearly burned grinds made her nose upturn as she choked back a … Continue reading

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fictional prose: constellations of black dots on concrete

The concrete is speckled with arbitrary black dots, some of which, are sticky. All of which are like constellations against a silty off-white backdrop. Grey film is smeared against pale marble bringing them another shade closer to black. Red bricks … Continue reading

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fictional prose: steel wheel and cognitive dissonance

The rhythmic clatter of the steel wheels rumbled along the tracks keeping an unsteady heartbeat of time as the landscape smeared past. Each click resonated through the air and along the beams of the cars, bellowing out a metallic tone … Continue reading

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fictional prose: beckoning attention

Black ink was staining the handle of the miniature porcelain cup while small tufts of steam breathed off the surface of the espresso with a dancing lightness. Greying pages fluttered in the breeze and the musty smell gingerly mingled in … Continue reading

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fictional prose: a lightning heart

Droplets glisten in the grey-blue light as they streak down the window disappearing as quickly as they form with a faint arrhythmic pulse. A faded chord lined folding chair was set up in front of the lonely window facing it … Continue reading

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fictional prose: the unsung part of unpredictable

Life is unpredictable. That’s the unsung part of it ultimately being enjoyable. If it was not than there’d be no mystery, no intrigue and no anticipation… and, thus no surprises. After all, as knowing might mean you could brace for … Continue reading

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fictional prose: hope is the last to die

‘There was something feminine,’ she thought, ‘about wearing a dress.’ The cool breeze of spring flirted with the lower hem as it fluttered at her bony knees and her hair shoulder length flicked against her face. Her heels clicked on … Continue reading

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