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Weaver of Misfortune

Penelope twisted the rough yarn against her fingers, lamenting the way it would eventually leave her with tears and scabs that would take weeks to heal, just in time for her to once again reopen the same wounds. She had lost count at this point, accepted that whatever deity looked down upon her was cruel, and this was their way of punishment. On the rarest of occasions, she received wool as soft as when it was on the lamb, the rarest silks on others. But her major export was made of this unfortunate thread which was only invented thanks to h...

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Woe is my creation

Emptiness is not the absence of something, but the presence of anything. Or something like that, I don’t know - but I know that every single time I see that stupid poster in my mum’s house, it makes me want to rip a hole through it. Until now. Staring at the absence of anything, (I’ve got to take a better look at it the next time I’m there, what does it actually say?!) I’m moved by the nothingness of it all.Blank.My canvas is blank.I’m staring at white nothing. But white is a color and colors exist, ergo my canvas has something (LOOPHOLE!)Oh...

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A Whale of a Metaphor

Have you ever heard the saying “dreaming is like swimming”?Waking up from one can feel like a refreshing dip in the pool, the images in your head easing a weight, like water rolling off your skin. The feeling of limitlessness, floating in a space that feels like its own universe, can be incredibly freeing, or like the weight of a different world is on your chest. I wouldn’t know either way. I can neither swim, nor do I know how to dream.My phone blazes to life for the tenth time this morning, but I simply turn it face down as I pull my blank...

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The Phone

‘Never touch the phone’ That was the first lesson Rue received from her mother. While the other parents were busy helping with English and Arithmetic, she was taught the old rotary phone standing on its pedestal was to never be tinkered with. It had belonged to great-grandfather she was told, but her fascination only lingered so long as her defiance of the rule, she couldn’t care less where it had come from. When the warning had been first issued, Rue took it with the same seriousness as she did everything else. Mere days later, she would co...

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