I remember the first time we spoke: It was one of the first days back in year nine, we were in our awesome summer uniforms - though I don't see how yours differed from the winter. It was geography, with that annoying South African teacher who always said my name in a really wrong way. She had moved you next to me because I was a loner, and you...
I can't believe I'm actually going to write this in a myspace blog, but I guess it doesn't really matter. General knowledge can't hurt too much, can it? Why are you reading this, anyway? Because there's a link on my page, right? Maybe you should stop, turn away. Click on 'home' and talk to some nice, happy people. This is a happy thing, what I'm...
Hello to all two of you who actually look at this, this is a story that I wrote in a SOSE double six months ago… It’s a reflection of the day I learnt that not all people are good. I hope you like it…. The school bell rang loud and clear over the roar of voices, the students ignored it, as they did most mornings, plus they had better things...
The sun started to sink over the depths of Indigo Truce’s glassy lake of imagination. While the patrons of Indigo Truce sheltered for the evening of psychological torture bombs, two hooded figures walked side by side – by no means afraid of the bombs that were rumoured to be dropped at this time – deep in conversation, and thought....
Something I wrote when I was trying to grasp the concept of extreme loss at age 13. Hearts are worn on sleeves Souls are lost in seconds They blow away like leaves The thought of death it beckons That’s what he used to say Well, before the day he went away He tossed and turned that lonesome night But I was none the wiser I wish he could...
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