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Maria A. Perez Nov 23
Peeling off the band was a million times worse than a bad -ing job, my wrist raw & bloody by the time I was done. Despite the discomfort, destroying the wristband that had been a symbol of bondage was exhilarating. I celebrated by closing my eyes & saying a prayer.
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Robertawrites Nov 24
Saturday apple day Red macintosh and crater skinned Jaffas Smelling of sugar parcels and cardboard from the grocer’s van No ration book yet always butter, sugar, tea and jam Ration lack Still at the back of Mother's mind
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Dr Natalie Reilly-Johnson Nov 23
This was the most exciting thing about becoming famous! The unveiling of my figure. I posed for photos with my clone. “Time to go,” said my agent. My waxwork winked & followed her. “Wait!” I tried to say, but my waxy lips were moulded shut & my feet wouldn’t move.
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Sue Maddeaux 45m
Too full of teenage angst he ignored his father's warning. Soaring ecstatically towards the sun he knew himself to be invincible. So high he was the heat changed the structure of his wings. His glory was fleeting. His ending inevitable.
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Liv Matthews Nov 24
Candlesticks & champagne in a hamper. He’s spread a blanket, cheeses & all her favourite foods but she won’t be able to eat any of it. Syrupy droplets run down the stick, mirror her tears. ‘I can’t,’ she says as he opens the box & smiles at her. ‘No, I can’t.’
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ᒪᗩᖴᑕᗩᗪIO 🦥 Nov 24
The yellow moon smiles and wanes While she scales the fortress, and enters the tower. Inside, soft music rises, candles glow. All is forgiven as the wax drips onto shifting sands. Sweet surrender takes her hand.
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Healthmatters Nov 23
The bile of ill deeds Lays deep. It waits Until just one more Retches. And there it lays Stomachs pit lyrical Looking up at you Saying Told you so.
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Maureen Docherty Nov 23
A very good morning from London 🌞 I'm your guest host for today. Your word for Tuesday 24th November 2020 is . I like this word very much, it's so malleable, so mutable. Please take the word and make your unique impression on it.
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ajdahms_author Nov 24
“Once, a wizard imbued with the power to grant any wish it enclosed in an envelope. For years, he grew in power and fame through hidden means. But evil is always self-defeated, as one summer, a melting supply ran along the door, and enclosed him in a tomb of greed.”
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Caleb Hunter Nov 24
A crimson candle bleeds as she raises it to the old clock. Midnight approaches and she hums and waits, gripping the knife. Tonight, the halls will rattle with screams. Tonight, she will rid herself of their groping desires. Tonight, she is the master of their destiny.
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Maureen Docherty Nov 24
My day is almost over & the wonderful will be your host for Wednesday 25 November 2020. Follow her for your prompt. I've had a superb time reading your tweets. Ye're a fabulous & extraordinary writhe of writers! I'll be keeping in touch😘
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Z E V O N E S Q U E ✒ Nov 23
I heard screaming and giggling in the night, but was unsure if it was a dream. Downstairs I find a outline on the carpet like from old films where police mark the position of a dead body. I realise Mark has had Alice around again; and suspect my best candle has gone.
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Julian Dores Nov 24
My father, my mother and me sit at the dinner table. Three bodies made of , each in its own orbit, melting under the incandescent light that flickers menacingly above our heads. We finish the soup and remain still; each of us waiting for the others to be done.
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Kate Machon Nov 24
'Wow,Pixie, I'm impressed. You did all this?' 'I know you love Christmas, Gabe, so I made a start on the decorations. Look, the trees star & these lanterns are all charmed to glow.' 'Oh sorry,Pix, this lantern just came down.' 'Must be one I stuck up with ear .' '...'
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Maureen Docherty Nov 24
Hello my dear writers - you are doing magical and wonderful things with this little word I am enjoying reading your work very much Taking another break now - be back in an hour or so 😘
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Jenny Wong Nov 24
Suki watched the candle slowly burn down to its base and smiled. This signalled that it would now be her time. Her twin Kai felt a wave of nausea and then heat as he was transported inside the burning candle. He watched his body leave the room without him.
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Adora Michaels Nov 23
The drips black like the blood from my eyes. Weeping in burning my soul. One wrong step I have made in my life. That condemned me to torturous toll.
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Tim Warren (is a one man protest against mornings) Nov 24
She was someone, once. Every week, now, with what she has left, she buys souvenir candles from the waxworks museum that once housed her sculpture; in the evenings, lights her home with them, in the hope of one last scent of fame.
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Tracenotinmadrid Nov 24
seeped into her every crevice, creating the perfect mould. She was so flawless, it was unthinkable to let her go peacefully, he needed a reminder of what he'd been gifted to hold. On a pedestal, he'd forever worship her image until he too lay lifeless and cold.
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Sarah Oakes 🐧🌻🎶🐘 Nov 24
Even though they were encased in glass coffins, the candles still dripped. The would fall like rain, on hymm books and choir robes, on pews and pillars. Their voices would echo in the silence, dripping like the tears of choristers made to sing the whole of Psalm 119
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