Tag: Creative writing

  • Sweet

    Sweet

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    by

    The Tert
    in ,

    Last night I felt you near, as near as my own skin; With eyes that I’ve envisioned countless times in my dreams. Underneath the moonlit sky you pranced around in glee; In the place where you had left me – ages ago it seems.    In the hour of my ruin, you offered me reprieve;…

  • Life Cycle

    Life Cycle

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    by

    The Tert
    in

    I remember the first time I held you.  So tiny, so fragile. Your eyes were wide with unshakable curiosity as you explored your new home for the very first time.  You were everything I could’ve ever asked for. I could deal with all the gross things to come, but if that was the price of…

  • Distant Seas

    Distant Seas

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    by

    Serena Emanuele
    in

          As winds dance violently with my hair – I catch my mind wandering far and near – miss take my thoughts away from me – my country my soul desires to be – home        Again, my mother’s arms embracing – my Eyes full of tears, my heart racing –…

  • An Almost Heartbroken Death

    An Almost Heartbroken Death

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    by

    The Tert
    in

    This may be what kills me. In that moment Xanus could control nothing but his thoughts and if he could have moved his lips, he would’ve begged for it to not be his last.   After everything he’d been through, for this to be the way he died seemed too cruel, but there was nothing…

  • My Dear Old Friend

    My Dear Old Friend

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    The Tert
    in

    I have barely seen you these past few years, but there are holes in my heart that belong to you. And memories marked with your name in the buzz of my head.  Do you remember my phone number from when we were kids? I want to call home. But the numbers disconnected, nobody answers. In…

  • Within the Viewfinder

    Within the Viewfinder

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    by

    Adrienne Slattery
    in

    Marie slips the nail of her ring finger beneath the sleeve of her thick woollen jacket, peeling it back to reveal the watch face. Its little hand paces impatient circles around eight forty-five, collecting frantic seconds. She sighs with frustration, shuffling her boots in the snow. He is fifteen minutes late. The newspaper has tasked…

  • The Friend

    The Friend

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    by

    Shay Keats
    in

    There once was a boy named Craig who was very unfortunate. One of these misfortunes was that his name was Craig, and not something like Daemon, or Link or Zuko (as his fellow classmates were named). Other misfortunes involved said classmates with whom he went to school, and if he were to really pity himself…

  • Served

    Served

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    Kirsten Hammermeister
    in

    Tonight, I am ethereal, and I glow. With a midnight blue light stretching across my skin, I am an alien. Tonight, you ask for a shot and a cocktail and a cigarette and a resurrection of your soul. And tonight, I am a human-like alien. In a bar, in the rushed streets of nightlife Melbourne.…

  • Roadkill

    Roadkill

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    by

    The Tert
    in

    it’s fresh when I pass it by guts glistening in the dim headlights, a red smear of viscera across the dewy morning concrete. as I try and fail to not let my eyes linger, i wonder if, like me, you had a destination in mind.   i see you from around the bend, misshapen lump…