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AUTUMN
Read more: AUTUMNAnna loved autumn. It was her favourite season of the year. She didn’t love it because every other Jane, Harriet and Sharon claimed summer was overrated and therefore went with autumn but she loved it because it was the most beautiful season of the year. She loved the smell of wet soil from their backyard…
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PIECES
Read more: PIECESThere was an awkward moment between her thoughts and emotions, almost as though she was about to drown in despair. For quite sometime now she had struggled to find herself. For days, she had felt as though the image in the mirror was only but a reflection of who she was. She had fumbled and…
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LIMBO
Read more: LIMBODarknessInviting, attractive and seductiveIt looms around me with weight so heavyI can barely feel my ownWith a cloud so heavy above me i can no longer feel the sun shineShadowsMere replica of what is left of meThe definition of an image so minute I can barely acknowledge its existenceAnd yetA complete imposterMimicking every detail of…
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IN THE SHADOWS
Read more: IN THE SHADOWSThere is something about the breeze. The insanely cool breeze from the ocean on a Saturday afternoon. There is a chill it brings every time it caresses your cheeks and brings about an appealing chilling sensation that persistently battles the heat trying so hard to build up inside you as a result of the scorching…
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DEAR FUTURE SELF
Read more: DEAR FUTURE SELFWell, well, well, I kind of hoped we would never have to get to this point, but since you are here let’s get onto it, shall we? I am not one to get sentimental about things but that doesn’t mean I don’t get emotional. I am the girl that is scared of horror movies but…
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CITY OF THE SUN
Read more: CITY OF THE SUNAs soon as I got a glimpse of the outskirts of the city, I knew there was something different about it. For a reason or two I kept staring outside like a villager who had just caught sight of a fortress. Three years I had been away and not once had I felt the feeling…
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BEFORE I WAS A BRIDE
Read more: BEFORE I WAS A BRIDE“Loves me, loves me not.He loves me, he loves me not.” As a little girl, I would pluck one red rose petal after another by the river until there was nothing left. A simple way to tell if the teenage boy completely out of my league and the one I was head over heels crushing…
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WHEN THE BOUGH BREAKS
Read more: WHEN THE BOUGH BREAKSAppearances can be the most important thing from time to time. Perhaps this explains why women take forever to get dressed for both special and not-so-special occasions. On this particular morning, Mary wasn’t having it easy. She stood in front of the mirror staring at her image after fitting into the fifth dress and yet…