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Beyond Riggindale Crag by Stephen Fender
Haweswater; the wind pushes cold while the low grey sky hides Riggindale from view. At the road’s end we leave the car, with others; parked, like a sulking child, as we begin our slow assent.
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A Feast Fit For a King by ismah ahmad
How juicy, how sweet, this tender morsel that I eat. How filling, how chewy, each bite of this fatty meat. How it screamed, How it begged…
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Bringing Colour to Campus: The Story Behind the Northumbria Colour Run
Creating a vibrant explosion of colour to the Toon, Northumbria Universities sports management students, Matthew and Olly, have worked together in their final year module to bring a colour run to the Town Moor.
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The Flames of Everything by nadia pafunik
I like hot fire cooling down, like hot wax melting on my skin sinking into oblivion hot tears cooling off like sprinklers on a lawn.
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Ode to a Lady by fanni putz
Be feminine, be gentle, be fragile! Be emotional, be strong, be ladylike, act like a Lady! Be the beauty men find peace in…
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Mary Sue and Gary Stu: phenomenon or cliche?
When Wattpad and other similar writing platforms appeared on the Internet, people all around the world fell in love with short stories published by beginning and professional authors.
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Behold the Gold by nadia pafunik
A myriad of golden leaves the hum of wildlife in the trees, I fall in love with this season more with every falling leaf, or shade of gold.
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Dobok by j. alexandria
Cheap, creased cotton. White faded grey over years, its loose embrace greets me like an old friend. Crinkling cloth, zips rasp music to my ears. A strip of black, with my rank on the end.
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Springfield, Massachusetts by a.j. flanagan
Domestic idealism is a funny thing. Sometimes, when I’m laying down at three in the morning, watching a movie instead of sleeping, or writing, or reading,
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Minor Son of a Miner’s Son by stephen mcGowan
I am scared, no – terrified of the day my Dad dies. And not just that day, but the days that follow. Terrified of playing a role I shouldn’t have to, because when he lies in state, I’m scared that I’ll feel – nothing.
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