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Peter came running out of his room. He was yelling almost incomprehensibly. “I can smell the smoke! Down the harbour! They’re burning them, they’re burning the bodies!“ The absolute terror of “it” was written on his sunburned, contorted face. He ran to the kitchen and began making another cup of coffee, maybe his tenth of…
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It has been years since I have recognised the face that stares back at me in the mirror. I know I should recognise it. The hand in the mirror moves the same as mine, it runs it’s fingers over the scabs and freckles at the same speed my hand does. I know in theory that…
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I strolled slowly along, my eyes and feet avoiding the pitfalls in the uneven footpath. The road ahead taking me home looked desolate and far away. The dark clouds above matched my mood of loneliness and despair. Not a glimmer of light shone through, the sun completely obliterated by the menacing clouds. Would I make…
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“I’ve waited a long time to meet you.” Truly, she was not expecting a response. Though as she took a steadying inhale of the night air and sunk onto the shadowed bench, she was startled by the wheezing breath which cut back through the chill. The voice was dark – it was as dark and…
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The morning sun poured through the Venetian blinds filling the room with blazing light. Ellie squeezed her eyes shut and pulled the sheet over her head. ‘Wake up dear. Time for your medication.’ A voice in space cut through her thick foggy head. Ellie groaned. ‘Ellie. Come on now. I have a lot to do.’ Ellie squinted up at the blurred vision in her blue outfit. Reluctantly she sat up and took the water and two small tablets. Her tongue was heavy in her mouth and she felt the shape of the tablets in her throat. She took another gulp of water and collapsing again onto the pillow, welcoming the emptiness that washed over her.
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mindshare and the Author of this work wish to advise that “The Face of Stillbirth” contains themes that may be distressing to some readers. Content follows themes of stillbirth, infant loss, and grief. If you feel you may be affected by this piece, please reach out to someone you feel safe with, or a mental…
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mindshare and the Author of this work wish to advise that “The Face of Stillbirth” contains themes that may be distressing to some readers. Content follows themes of stillbirth, infant loss, and grief. If you feel you may be affected by this piece, please reach out to someone you feel safe with, or a mental…
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The light in the bathroom trickles down onto my red school uniform, and I feel an unexpected tingle on my neck from the breeze. Instantly, I realise that the air is completely still, except for your voice whispering in my ear, ever so quietly. Then, your distressing threats begin; I shove my hands under the…
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A worn quilt drips over this bed where I wake up in a panic every morning. The sweat which perspired from my pores during the night has drenched my thin pyjamas, causing the material to stick to my body. I wish I could crack open the window to allow some of the cool winter air…
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