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Blues for the Blues

The killing had been on for days and the state government was yet to find a way to stop it. It was the usual story: Muslims versus Christians. When will they learn that it was all about power? More political than religious.
Each night I go to bed in fear. Only my weakness and respect for temporary...

837 words by e omowunmi

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Published 8 years ago

I got canned, plain and simple. “Get all your gear, because you’re out of here…”

What a surprise! I didn’t have to fuss with all that though. I had my suitcase packed. Heck, I had even said my ‘goodbyes’!

The only two things that I hadn’t done and wished that I had were: Number one, get another job; and Number two...

229 words by A Semprun

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ORANGE PETALS

When I came home late at night, I could smell his cologne. I decided not to turn on the lights and went straight to the porch to lit up a cigarette. After a smoke I went back into the flat. I didn’t close the balcony door. The summer was abnormally hot, it hasn’t rained for weeks. I was sticky with sweat...

1174 words by D Vashkevich

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“Blue Light” goes out the call over the tannoy. I gulp down half my cup of coffee and force my legs to straighten. Eight hours into my night shift and I’m feeling disorientated, the adrenaline is the only thing that keeps me going. That and the caffeine. I pull my stethoscope round my neck and start checking the equipment...

444 words by A Knight

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ROADS: A BLUES JOURNEY IN THREE PARTS

Part One: WAITING

He had just left Mississippi Airport and was resting on the Greyhound bus to Memphis: he’d would have to get off in the City of Grenada, where he’d get a taxi to the crossroads of Old Highway 8 and the Dickery Line. His dad’s Gibson L-1 acoustic guitar was...

1233 words by M Lindley

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Published 8 years ago

Vanessa wasn’t going to get another choice in this game. This was her only chance to be a part of the Ian-crowd. All she had to do was choose correctly from the three cards sitting between her and the group facing her. In the cold and dimly-lit room, Vanessa stared intently at the cards.

“They’ve all done it, Vanessa...

326 words by F Deon

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On Sunday, August 7th, the sun didn't rise.

All the people on Alice's street rose with their alarm clocks. They woke without the glint of sunlight peering through their curtains and the panic of their neighbors as they looked outside. The stars were gone and the moon had long slipped away. They stood on their tiny...

396 words by J Sepple

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Published 8 years ago

Susannah stumbled over a particularly large piece of broken stone and would have fallen flat on her face if she hadn't collided into the nearest wall. She span away from the curved wall of the tunnel and continued running, doing her best to ignore the grating sound from her shoulder and the jolting pain in her arm.
She...

451 words by T Hogarth

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I hate going to sleep by myself.

It feels wrong. The space next to me is just that – space – black emptiness that should be filled with breathing. Life. The emptiness creeps into me, I feel raw, hollow. No rhythmic breathing to match my own or shape to fit to mine. There’s safety in your arms, and love. The night...

321 words by A Knight

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Published 8 years ago

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