Bursts liked by Mary Beth W..

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She walked into the room. Her Ladyship was lying on the bed. It was very quiet up here, removed from the rest of the house. Even the pianoforte could hardly be heard.
"Don't lay my dress out, Susan," she said. "I shan't be able to go down this evening. I'm afraid I'm ill again." She seemed too small and fragile for the...

336 words by M O'Neill

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Published 5 years ago

Apparently, Rob, my lover, kept a diary. Apparently, it was marked with instructions to be destroyed, unread, in the event of his death. Well, that was all well and good...but I felt it didn't really stand up considering he had already told as many secrets to me as he had to his diary.

Now, the first time he upset me...

648 words by C Buchanan

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"Am I going mad?" Penny pondered as she carefully balanced the teapot on her head. It was a question she often asked herself but usually the answer was that she would never know. She had a book tucked in under her arm as she made a lap around the room with the flower covered, ceramic kettle upside down as a hat. Penny had...

514 words by D Keller

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Look. Don't blame me. I told my boss and he told his boss, and his boss told his boss.

All I said was: is that pile of sand shrinking? We were just taking a breather—it's hard work with the jackhammer, trying not to hit Edinburgh's precious tram lines. All the while you can feel the eyes of the Princes Street shoppers...

493 words by N Chidwick

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This is a dark night, but my star is brightest here,
It is alight; it burns through storm clouds when
under sunlight, I splinter, whither, fade.
In the shadows I’ll fall to grace from the highest point of shame,
and reap the rewards for showing my face
in this dark, this beautiful place.

I’ve got faulty wires...

160 words by C Williams

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Published 5 years ago

The man panted as he ran, eyes focussed on a single point at the end of the street. It may have been the lamppost, it may have been the door to the apartment at the end. He may have been looking beyond those things, to some indiscernible point in the distance. One thing was for certain - he didn't look back, no matter...

515 words by A Shields

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Published 6 years ago

Forty-two. The meaning of life? No, it’s a number, leading to a room, a room that doesn’t exist anymore. The smoking room.

Before the ban, before smoking wasn’t allowed, one of our colleges had such a room, a room just for them, the people who smoked.

Empty, white, white milk of magnesia walls, oozing into sludge...

503 words by E Stevenson

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Published 5 years ago

As morning plants her seed, I bury mine,
A new day is born, sprouting her wings, only now learning to fly
when I’m already tired and hurt, grieving, sobbing as I mourn
my yesterday, because now it is gone.

I am left with this stranger, fresh and cold,
Eager to understand me, watch me, but too young to really...

214 words by C Williams

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Published 5 years ago

John Doe Visions

Beep, beep. Hospital machines and a dull electric current provide the soundtrack.

He sits on the edge of his hospital bed. The blinking hallogens seem to make the room an extremely bright shade of white. His window, blinds open expose the grand sets of waves coming in from the coast surely within...

812 words by k lee

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Published 5 years ago

Farewell

Do I really want to share; I mean really. Whose tears are going to fall? Mine? I'm not sure that I can make it through this. He was my buddy; my friend. Didn't he stand sentry over me? And protected me? Yes, he did, faithfully for more years than I realized.

Rufus went to meet his Maker. He got really sick...

678 words by A Semprun

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Published 5 years ago

Tied down and all cut up,
we stitch our own mouths shut,
then carve our doubts into our skin
so we can never rest or win.

I lay to die in my own mind,
watch life replay in black and white,
my aged soul will be revived,
I had to die to be alive.

What we breed is not right
or true, our tainted sight
exists...

153 words by C Williams

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Published 5 years ago

I made a promise to a friend.

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The scene is hauntingly similar. Mary is sat in a chair next to the bed where our Issy is lying. She drops her hands from her face and looks up at me. Her mouth is open and she's sobbing but there's no sound. I want to go to her, to move from the doorway and to hold her but I'm...

311 words by A Blackshaw

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Published 6 years ago

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