Ripe

A wrinkled page drowned in tears and scribbles, she memorised each word, carefully rehearsing 3 times now in the shower, to the mirror, late at…

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Ugly Love

This is my take on Carol Anne Duffy’s poem “Little Red Cap.” The original poem was written in the perspective of Red Riding Hood however,…

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The Outlier

He usually wandered around aimlessly, staring at distressed walls, in search of metamorphosis. He was a painter, or at least, he believed he was but…

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Splotch of blue

Their voices roared over each other, but he was too small to tell who was right, the color blue soon became his favorite, for it…

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This reeks of melancholy

Sadness is a complicated concept to fathom. It takes time to comprehend a place where a combination of gratefulness and bitterness can be reminisced in…

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The Key

‘Twist it twice, and it’ll open.’  his words echoed through my mind, Twist it twice, and it’ll open- I repeated to myself. Locked. One more…

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Ma

In her late forties was she, a little plump, a little sweet a funny woman who was beautiful and chaotic, but she won’t let you…

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The stork

It stood in the corner alone, Look away child, that shadow makes a baleful figure, the ceiling bulb flickered constantly, ugly flies slowly made a…

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Still searching

His mind produced 500 thoughts every second, his focus dwindling away, soon to disappear completely stop he would repeat to himself, he dragged himself to…

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The City

Intrepid and Charismatic, her bold nature was devoured by many, renowned for her hospitality, she casted a spell on lonely wanderers, embracing them tightly. Time…

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