writing

Overthink

16:32 There's something slightly weird with a school in the late afternoon, everything's very isolated and desolate, and way too clean and tidy for tables with are normally laden with pieces of paper and books about biology. There's also only the minimalist level of chatter, with maybe only a few discussions going on between the… Continue reading Overthink

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Reminiscent Of A Different Time

I saw my old best friend today. We were close from when we were three until when we were nine, and then slowly drifted into the space of 'just a friend' and then into 'just a nothing'. I moved schools, then I moved towns, and then everything didn't fit anymore. But I saw her again… Continue reading Reminiscent Of A Different Time

Short Stories, writing

Untitled – 11/9/16

She was a Lego girl, made of building blocks and the fumbling fingers of small children, tripping over words and colours and giggles. The bricks are only as strong as the people that put them together, the words given out and the blows dealt. The cracks were starting to show, but she hid them from… Continue reading Untitled – 11/9/16