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when i am gone – the tenth muse
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Welcome to my scratchpad. When i am gone. July 24, 2016. August 7, 2016. By the tenth muse. When i am gone. The stars will still shine. The moon will still glow. The sun will still rise. Don’t leave me. When i am gone. Leaves will still tumble. Snow will still fall. I can’t live without you. When i am gone. And people will smile. And laugh, and cry. Nobody can replace you. When i am gone. The world will go on. But will you remember me? I will never forget you. Click to email (Opens in new window). You ar...
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paint my thoughts – the tenth muse
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Welcome to my scratchpad. July 14, 2016. August 7, 2016. By the tenth muse. When i was six, and an innocent child. We all lived in a small house by the sea. My mother, father and i. My parents painted the walls of my room pink. Because i wanted them to. When i turned nine, and a tad bewildered. We moved house, ’cause “money’s short, my dear”. I wanted my walls to be painted blue. To remind me of the sea i left behind. My parents grumbled, but they agreed. We had moved again, to hide. Just my father and i.
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shadow – the tenth muse
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Welcome to my scratchpad. August 7, 2016. August 7, 2016. By the tenth muse. 8220;Now you see me; now you don’t.”. He was there, and then he was gone. He wasn’t ever actually present, not really; just a lone figure in the corner of someone’s eye, or a stray thought in the back of someone else’s mind. Even a ghost would have more presence than him – at least people reacted to seeing ghosts. How else would ghost stories circulate around the world? Nobody knew him, yet he knew everyone. Why do you write?
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ii. the angel – the tenth muse
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Welcome to my scratchpad. August 13, 2016. August 13, 2016. By the tenth muse. 8220;In every set of twins, there is one angel, one devil.”. She was an unstoppable force; nobody could control her, least of all him. He envied her don’t-care attitude towards the world, her ability to say and do whatever she wanted, her. She was an unstoppable force; nobody could control her. He fervently hoped that nobody ever would. Click to email (Opens in new window). Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window).
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misunderstandings – the tenth muse
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Welcome to my scratchpad. November 20, 2016. November 20, 2016. By the tenth muse. So I got this university assignment from my tutor; it was related to dialogue and subtext, and by that I mean I had to write a piece centering around dialogue, with as little outer description as possible. For whatever reason, I’ve decided to post my assignment here, along with the prompt I chose to base it on. Enjoy! 8220;Becky, I got the job.”. 8221; she exclaimed. “I knew you’d get it! 8221; Rebecca got up from her posi...
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i. the devil – the tenth muse
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Welcome to my scratchpad. August 15, 2016. August 15, 2016. By the tenth muse. 8220;In every set of twins, there is one angel, one devil.”. Her brother was, by all definitions, perfect. Everything he did was magnificent, flawless: his spotless school record; his 4.0 GPA; his unfailingly polite manners; his unique ability to never piss off the parental unit – all of it and more just went to show how amazing he was, and how she could never hope to be comparable to him. 8230;and so on. Talks back to us̶...
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jetlag – the tenth muse
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Welcome to my scratchpad. July 19, 2016. August 7, 2016. By the tenth muse. Imagine yourself in this scenario. Compare that scenario to this one. You’re at home, wherever that is. Night has arrived, but it isn’t very late, so you shouldn’t feel tired at all. But you do. A lot. Can you see the similarity between the scenarios, with one journey being physical, and the other metaphorical…. Or is it just me? Click to email (Opens in new window). Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window). When i am gone.
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August 2016 – the tenth muse
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Welcome to my scratchpad. August 15, 2016. August 15, 2016. By the tenth muse. 8220;In every set of twins, there is one angel, one devil.”. Her brother was, by all definitions, perfect. Everything he did was magnificent, flawless: his spotless school record; his 4.0 GPA; his unfailingly polite manners; his unique ability to never piss off the parental unit – all of it and more just went to show how amazing he was, and how she could never hope to be comparable to him. 8230;and so on. Talks back to us̶...
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November 2016 – the tenth muse
https://heirofinkandpaper.wordpress.com/2016/11
Welcome to my scratchpad. November 20, 2016. November 20, 2016. By the tenth muse. So I got this university assignment from my tutor; it was related to dialogue and subtext, and by that I mean I had to write a piece centering around dialogue, with as little outer description as possible. For whatever reason, I’ve decided to post my assignment here, along with the prompt I chose to base it on. Enjoy! 8220;Becky, I got the job.”. 8221; she exclaimed. “I knew you’d get it! 8221; Rebecca got up from her posi...