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    a moment please

    can we take a moment to realise that as humans we clamour for peace while starting wars we beg for unity while creating barriers and divisions we beg to be understood while refusing to understand others we hope for a future while we tear down the present we’ve caused so much destruction to the earth […] More

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    The Seer

    The seer’s room was small and quite dark, except from a fat scented candle on the table in the middle of the room. There were no windows and fans, so the air in the room was warm, stalesticky. The room had a very strong odour that I couldn’t place. It was like a potpourri of […] More

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    Philip’s Adventure Pt. 3

    “It’s okay if you don’t want to talk about it.” Janet said gently. “I had a bad breakup like that once. Felt like killing myself after it, but then I decided that would be selfish.” She paused and breathed in deeply. “I bet that’s why you came to the club today.” “Something like that.” Philip […] More

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    Philip’s Adventure Pt. 2

    The supermarket was very brightly lit and smelled like plastic. Philip found Juliet in the confectionery aisle, stuffing a pack of skittles into her bra. She looked up, saw Philip and smiled. “What are you doing?” Philip said, unsure of exactly how to react. “I was beginning to think, you’d abandoned me here with no […] More

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    Philip’s Adventure

    The club was tightly packed with sweaty, gyrating bodies. The air pulsed with ear numbing music, and the air was heavy with a pungent mix of odours. Bright strobe lights flashed across the room, briefly illuminating a few energetic dancers at a time, bathing them in a blinding red or green light. Other than the […] More

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    Thoughts On Life

    These days, Life is a mess It’s like a collection of superlatives Too boring Too dangerous Too unfair Too discriminating All I want Is for life to be a little better, But these days, a better life is like a dream A life where everyone is equal and everyone is happy Is something I only […] More

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    A Clean White Sheet

    “White is a fitting colour for death,” Mother used to say. She’d say it when she heard about deaths, and at funerals. Then all of a sudden, when she suddenly fell ill, I never heard those words from her mouth ever again. Perhaps, she had realised that the next time the phrase would be said, […] More