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The Kiss The room was bare. Devoid of emotion, lacking in human interaction. A single bed, if you could call it that, for it was a decrepit old mattress on top of a wooden board, sat in the middle of the room, with a rickety old chair on one side underneath a window that provided inadequate lighting for the room, and an array of machines on the other side. It was these machines that were all hooked up to the only occupant of the room. A young woman.
She was a shadow of her former self, to say the least. Her pale frame lay still, unmoving, minuscule in size in comparison to the hospital bed she lay in. Her eyelids were closed, hiding from the world th
A knight's tale Once upon a time, there was a princess who was as beautiful as could be. She was put in a high and lofty tower that all were forbidden to go near. Her father said it was for her protection, for her own good, but we both know better don't we? No, it was because of her two very unique characteristics.
Her long, flowing, silver hair, and her blood red, all knowing eyes. Eyes which could tell truth from lies, eyes that could see through even the most well created disguise.
Scared he would be cast out for being a father to a demon, her father made the agonising decision of hiding her from the world. Soon everyone forgot her or simply assumed sh
An Eternal Sleep It has been a week since the accident, and my wife's sleeping soundly on the bed. Her eyes are closed and I kiss them lightly. She doesn't stir; I brush her hair with my hand. I have just washed it with her favourite shampoo and conditioner – she doesn't believe in two-in-one shampoo. The hair runs through my fingers in soft silky threads. I arrange her hair on the pillow, keeping it straight, brushing the strays from her face. She doesn't move, and the heart-rate monitor beside the bed beeps. I stand back from the bed and take in her sleeping form, her body tucked under the thick blanket.
The doctor said she may wake up any time now, t
A Beautiful Day to Die It was the soft sound of a machine's beep that woke me up. I slowly sat up in bed. Everything in this place was wrong. It was too silent, too calm, too white. It didn't feel real. But I knew something that did. Turning over my arm, I saw three scars running down my wrist. I wish they had left me in the tub. I had planned it out perfectly. No one was supposed to be home for another few hours. It was just my luck that they had a flat tire. It was always my bad luck. My friends thought that self-harming was stupid. That people like that deserved to die. Which is why I could never tell them. Their biggest issues were not being able to go shopping
Fly with the Angels She walks down the sidewalk, looking in at the warm lights of peoples homes, snow beginning to fall. There are only a few people left on the streets now, last minute shoppers. Across the road, she watches a child smiling and asking his mother if Santa will come tonight. The woman nods, large smile, carrying the last of her shopping bags.
She carries on walking, snow falling heavier. People she knew walk past, bubbling to the brim with Christmas cheer; they don't even recognise her.
Hands shoved deep into her hoodie pockets, she lets out a ragged breath. It's cold..
She rounds the corner of the road, crosses and walks through the broken ga
Lonely 
It was a great read
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