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My writing style is dark, disturbing and gothic.

  • Chapter Six: The Funeral Party

    Dear Diary Thursday Yet again, when I arrive home, no one notices me. Am I invisible? Does my black clothing camouflage me? Does the sunlight have a melting effect on me? No one asked how my day was. No one… Read More ›

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  • Chapter Five: Love Thy Neighbour

    Bin day. Suburbia’s day of acting civil. We all put our bins out in a row like good little children as mummy taught us. Recycling bins on the left and normal garbage on the right. This morning should have been… Read More ›

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  • Chapter Eight: Infatuation

    The Choices of Roses and Ice Blue windows to your soul, Bottomless and cold, Daydreaming from afar, Crab rebel in mask’s hole. Gemstones with opaque glances, Meanings awash in a storm; Adoring from afar, Rejection halting all chances. Feelings hidden… Read More ›

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  • Chapter Seven: Hope

    I believe Tomorrow I will be thinner, Then I will be a winner. Next year I will smarter. Why do I have to barter? Why is it win or lose? It is time for me to choose. I will look… Read More ›

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  • Chapter Five: Furry Friends

    Welcome Home He was just a little rat, With tiny feet and a pink nose,Curling his tail around my neck,Intertwining with my hair. He cast a beautiful shadow.

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  • Chapter Four: A Rare Bird

    Kathy placed the smelly yellow hazmat suit over her dirty clothes. To travel above ground you had to fit throughout the small tunnel systems. Only children saw above now. She squeezed through the manhole to get through. Her job was… Read More ›

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  • Chapter Six: History

    Beautiful SeascapePort Arthur was a convict’s hell, Hardship rang their death knell, Colonialism tried to impel, Aborigines, eggshells to repel.Now a world heritage island hop, Historic daily tours nonstop, Forget and visit the gift shop, Dead men in the backdrop.One… Read More ›

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  • Chapter Three: The Big C

    Trigger Warning: Cancer, Epilepsy, PNES (Psychogenic Non-Epileptic Seizures) This story is selfishly about me. I wasn’t the one with cancer but I have found out its impact is family wide. When my mum had cancer, and thankfully survived, our family… Read More ›

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  • Chapter Two: Kiss

    Rowan pulled me to him and held me tight by my neck. He tipped my head back so he could kiss me. He was too tall and my neck was hurting. I shut my eyes and wrapped my arms around… Read More ›

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  • Chapter Four: Extinct Flames

    Abstruse We are two but I am alone.Do you only hear me drone? May fate already have sewn, Crying a stifled moan. My tears silently calling, Insignificance falling, Unnoticed by your mauling,Intent on your own recalling. Lust is different to… Read More ›

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