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Something I have never understood is that if I was a monster, dangerous and horrifying, why would I remain hidden? Why under the bed? Why in the wardrobe? If I was dangerous and scary, people would definitely know about it. *************************************************************************** His mother always spoke about them, the monsters under the bed. Always said if they dared to set a toe out of bed, the monsters would get them. She spoke of its glowing green eyes in shadows under the bed, and its watering mouth as it waited in ap...
Once upon a time. That classic opening for these romantic, soppy fairy tale types. The Cinderella’s and the Snow White’s. Fairy god mothers, princes, princesses, and glass slippers. Love at first sight amongst all the other cliches. A jealous stepfamily and an evil witch. This story has none of that. This is a story about a man who lost everything twice, about a wife who died, and then died again with a soft farewell. He was a musician, one of the best. Rocks would weep to him, and the trees would grow at the sound of his voice. His wife was...
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Love, Loved, LovesYou remember the soft touch of her hand. You reach for it. There is nothing, no warmth, just a haunting cold, which curls its dead fingers around your heart. You sigh; the pain loosens but only slightly. The bed which once held you both like a podium now only holds you. You can’t win a competition if you’re the only one playing. The ceiling fan ticks round and round. You count the spins, yet they are just a blur in front of you. You hear her voice from the fan asking you if she was a worm would you still love her. Always. ...
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