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by Sarah O’Brien

There are seven of them now. Twisting, towering time-markers choreographing shadows that stretch their limbs along the darkened walls. With them, familiar voices flicker, rising and falling in awkward accord. 191 more words


The Plumber

“There’s that drippin’ again,” the plumber murmured, shaking his head. He lightly scratched at his right cheek as he tried to comprehend what was happening. 832 more words


For the Sake of Creation

I’ve spent the whole day analysing art and literature. And that’s really made me think. Not about the art I saw and the literature I read, but about analysing in general. 103 more words


And So It Went..

And with those nostalgic words the final fragrant breath of her life departed from her chest and she was gone from this world, never to be seen or heard from again for all eternity. 21 more words


sometimes nonsense sounds idiomatic.

All sick gloves bring fresh vegetables to work.


Prompt for March 30: Limitless

“Like most things in life, the way I feel about you has limits. I can’t fully express myself for there are no words in any language, alive or dead, that can describe to you the force behind this swell of feel inside my heart whenever you are near me. 291 more words


Poetic Offerings & Things to Note on World Bipolar Day

March 30 is #WorldBipolarDay (WBD), a moment of the year in which bipolar disorder awareness is heightened. The mental illness presents great challenges to those who suffer directly and to their loved ones, as well as for medical/ healthcare providers and organizations. 409 more words