Dialogue #5 – Shot

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[Toby’s birthday party.]

Toby: I think the least I deserve is a birthday kiss.

Rae: But you’re so drunk I’m not sure if you’d remember this magic. [Points to herself]

Gross

He sits there like he’s normal. Like noone’s watching. Like he’s just another person in a room. Like he’s nothing special.

Miracle

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Her name was Miracle and she was beautiful. But she wasn’t actually a miracle. She was just another kid from a broken home. Her mother, called her Miracle, because she needed hope in her life. She needed her daughter to be “the fix”.

Choices

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Emily looked at herself in the mirror, inspecting every inch of what she could see. “This old girl has still got it!” She hadn’t dressed like this in a while and it felt so good. It wasn’t just stepping into an old outfit, it was stepping into her old self.

“Are you talking to yourself?” Her husband asked from the en suite bathroom. He was pissed that she was going out but he hadn’t been able to think of a good enough excuse yet why she shouldn’t be allowed to go.

The Monsters

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Her life changed when she learned the monsters were protecting her. It turned the fear and anxiety she’d felt all her life, into comfort.

June 7 2017 – One Year

This blog began on 7th June 2017, or at least that’s what my calendar says. It was created because my fiction writing and random life thoughts didn’t seem to fit well with my other blog.

But here they found a home.

The Muses

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Or more accurately, My Muse. A muse, as you know, is your artistic inspiration. Someone that gets those creative juices flowing. Some people don’t need one but I certainly do. I’ll explain who this gorgeous man is shortly.

Am I A Failure?

Am I a failure? Yes. But only by your standards.

End Of The World

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You would think knowing what I know that I’d try to do something about it. The world is ending in less than 180 days and after years of being treated like a crazy person trying to decipher this ancient language, I’ll let the world burn out of spite.

Your Book

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She had been drawn to this library. She wasn’t a reader or a writer but there was a draw. It was like a string was wrapped around her heart. There was a winch on this spot where she stood now and it had pulled her all the way here. Out of her house, into her car, through traffic to this moment.