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Phoren Se: December 2008
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I am pared to the bone and whiteness now. There is nothing left but the hard of me, the rattling core that clatters against the wind. Like stones on a beach, washed clean by the sea, turned over and over like thought, till nothings remains but the centre, clean, smooth and adamant. Saturday, December 27, 2008. The world lacks solutions….simple, effective, enduring solutions…. Its complicated, its not that simple, things are not what they seem….that’s what they all say……. Significance in the manner that m...
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Phoren Se: April 2010
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I am pared to the bone and whiteness now. There is nothing left but the hard of me, the rattling core that clatters against the wind. Like stones on a beach, washed clean by the sea, turned over and over like thought, till nothings remains but the centre, clean, smooth and adamant. Wednesday, April 14, 2010. The moon was full and no insects cried or birdsong broke the eerie calm of the night as the horses swung by the barricade and the charioteer leant out and touched them. A boy he had loved more than h...
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Phoren Se: Cynical Smiles...
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I am pared to the bone and whiteness now. There is nothing left but the hard of me, the rattling core that clatters against the wind. Like stones on a beach, washed clean by the sea, turned over and over like thought, till nothings remains but the centre, clean, smooth and adamant. Wednesday, May 02, 2012. And my cousins would smile and think I was "full of myself" and a "character". I smile at the attempts of the media,. The rabid flailings of the students, parents and well-wishers. And FINALLY, I smile.
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Phoren Se: Parent Trap
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I am pared to the bone and whiteness now. There is nothing left but the hard of me, the rattling core that clatters against the wind. Like stones on a beach, washed clean by the sea, turned over and over like thought, till nothings remains but the centre, clean, smooth and adamant. Sunday, March 09, 2014. Whisky chewed my office shoes. And make excuses – she had her shots recently and was running a slight fever. Also, I disliked being the “bad cop” all the time. This is not where I shine. In fact, I ...
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stories from the grave: May 2010
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Stories from the grave. I am dead.please dont disturb my peace or I'll disturb yours! Sunday, 30 May 2010. 8220;Your coffee, sir”. The computer screen beeped, demanding instant appraisal. As he looked up into the flashing flatscreen, he noticed that his secretary was buzzing him on the intranet com-system. Your 10.30 am is here. Alone. He typed back,. Everything has its run and it was foolish to try to outrun destiny, he muttered as he got up to welcome his visitor. 8220;Can we sit at your table? The man...
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Different Paths (working title): Chapter 9
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Different Paths (working title). Saturday, 7 January 2012. I woke in a world of pain, tubes, wires and haziness….I was back in my world. But now, the pain was lesser and it was brighter and clearer than the last time. Bro was sleeping in a chair next to me – that boy would and could catnap while he was standing – an ability I would be so jealous about usually! 8220;Can you hear us? 8220;Please make a sign, if you can hear us.”. 8220;Can you speak – please try to make a noise”. 8220;Glasses – need m...
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Different Paths (working title): Chapter 10
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Different Paths (working title). Saturday, 7 January 2012. As we sat in the car, Papa looked at me again with a very guarded expression as if I would explode with something weird again. I tried a small smile and got a reluctant nod as we started off to school. I sat in the front and let bro have the whole back-seat to himself this time. He happily bounced about on the springy sofa like interior. Halfway, at an intersection, while we awaited the change of traffic lights, I lightly started,. As he stopped ...
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Different Paths (working title): Chapter 7
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Different Paths (working title). Saturday, 7 January 2012. I woke up drenched in sweat and fear…. It took quite a few minutes for me to get a proper breath in all the way to the bottom of my lungs. I was hyper-ventilating like a mad dog in summer heat. Breathe, breathe, breathe shrieked the siren song pounding on my skull…. My breathing eventually slowed down and the room swam into focus….shit, I was back in my past and I hate the colour of that blue and while colour scheme while I was in it. This is not...
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Different Paths (working title): January 2012
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Different Paths (working title). Saturday, 7 January 2012. As we sat in the car, Papa looked at me again with a very guarded expression as if I would explode with something weird again. I tried a small smile and got a reluctant nod as we started off to school. I sat in the front and let bro have the whole back-seat to himself this time. He happily bounced about on the springy sofa like interior. Halfway, at an intersection, while we awaited the change of traffic lights, I lightly started,. As he stopped ...
