The Crucible.
Seconds out of my first reception I look inside myself.
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mrsaunders
Final Year creative writing student. I love to travel, and never go far without a pen and paper! Read my work - I appreciate all criticism!
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Hungry Guilt
The first grey wave breaks over me, knocking Me onto my back. I sink, and thoughts Swim around my head. I stretch for one, Seize it, examine it, and release it Into the smoky water.
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Alone At The Bar
Every day, he sits at the bar A tankard of bitter glued to his palm, He wears his best shirt in the absence of occasion Talks to the hikers, but with the absence of conversation When it’s quiet in...
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Creativity is the most elusive thing ever, but when its comes to you, and its in full flow, squeeze every damn drop out of it, cos you don't know when it'll swing by again..
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Thwarted
I I slump my way through the labyrinth of grey Through chilled corridors, my eyes on the floor At my feet a spiral staircase.
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Blind Burn
Love is cruel and Ambiguous, Relationships harsh and insidious, A icy wind on a summers day, Or blizzards at the end of may. But we seek it, Crave it, Sadistic. It came, it went, and you missed it.
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The worst situation a person can be in is one in which he or she is accused of some heinous, yet is completely innocent, battling a crowd of cynical judges..
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The best thing about music is that when it hits you, you feel no pain..
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Blowing In The Wind
Joseph had been to the nurse with a rather substantial ear infection, and stood beside the middle aged, considerably over-weight nurse was Jessica, a student nurse on a placement.
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