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vanished friend Around the corner I have a friend, In this great city that has no end, Yet the days go by and weeks rush on, And before I know it, a year is gone.
Chapter 1. Waltzin’ Black He couldn’t sleep. He lay there wondering if there was a golden hour in which this simplest and hardest of acts could be accomplished with some ease.
It's not that I don't like London (I do a bit, it'll look lovely when it's finished), it's the people.
It's when you realise you're nothing. Vague, pointless, indistinct, grey and empty. No better than the man arranging melons in a supermarket into neat rows, 4x4.
It's when you realise you're nothing. Vague, pointless, indistinct, grey and empty. No better than the man arranging melons in a supermarket into neat rows, 4x4.
I am going to let you all in on a saga that has been taking place in my life for some time now...
I know the high-rise you live in I know the lifts don't work I know you hate the neighbour's cat Especially it's smirk.
The man stared absently at the glass of orange juice he'd poured.
I lubricated my passionate side with the best part of a joint that lay in situe Atop a can of stale beer next to my bed.
Living in London, I use public transport nearly every day to get to where ever it is I need to be. The form of transport being bus/train/tram/tube.
A Kind Of Devotion [Short Story] Arena Cathrow is 18. She lives in New York. Her family kicked her out when she was 17. When she got kicked out, she went to go live with her best friend Alec Hate.
This is a story for those that...well, are like me. Those that hate themselves for how they look and only want love. Everyone in the apartment complex that I lived in knew Ugly.
Songs of childhood make me think of poems yet to come In my young days when I heard music I heard the drums Now I'm older I like the tunes that only I can hum Standing in the doorway, lighting up...
I fucking live off coffee and cigarettes, to be honest i just don't give a shit , thats deff another lie, affirmed by my predisposition to cry. I claim to be emotionless when really I'm overrun by it.
It's a book store that once was a theatre so the middle is open and sound travels easily.
"They were right about you" she said , while smashing the glass vase that was on the table !!. " you are cold !!.
It's cold today and the windows of my car are iced up- such a shame to waste boiling water on glass.
A friend of mine was trying to quit smoking, but wanted a smoke one day while we were having a drink at a local coffee shop/bar.
I could remember the days when I was a kid Days of penny lollies, bubble gum Marbles in puddled gutters Hot with East End sun.