Words Breaking Boundaries

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Aliens.

  As the planets loom large in your dreams, the double squared object obstructs the skies.

White in colour, jointed by a singular bar.

All so large, exaggeration in the extreme.

Swirling in amongst the planets, it has no place.

Free, taken by their energy, it sits their as a lump in your heart.

All is so clearly seen, in magnitude, but the menace is felt.

Speed away metal object, as the swirling…

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The bell tolls.

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One steady beat, on and on, one note.

All has shrunk, disappeared, where is the ladder?

Found, it has rusted, rungs are missing, you are stuck.

Living in the land of dreams, the way out is there, not yet found.

Slide back down, to the garden, adorned with colours galore.

Just think, breathe, stop thinking at all.

Lie amongst its blooms, watch the day turn to night,

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JellyFish

Karachi- sandpit!

It was the time when we were almost ready to leave the beautiful sea of our coastal city Karachi. Exactly when our things were packed and our kids were all washed up. The sun was about to vanish and had already lost its scorching heat in the process. My brother told me to take my mobile and follow him along with my niece. We picked some great Jellyfishes big and small. All…

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The Judas Choice

  This is a fictional re-imagining of the lead up to the last stand of the famous Australian bushranger, Ned Kelly. All the characters in this story were real people except for Pat McInerney, the narrator and protagonist.The events are all factual including much of the dialogue other than that involving Pat. Any historical errors are mine. 1535 words

The afternoon wore on and still…

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Crossroads

*Short story by Nathan Bush. 1188 words. *

“Hurry up, Pete!”

Jimmy’s high pitched squeal came from his spot on the passenger side of the old truck.  His rapidly drummed his hands on the vinyl covering the seat,showing his excitement, as well as his lack of patience.

“Shut up and sit still,” Pete, the older of the two brothers calmly replied.  “I ain’t gonna go any faster.  Not with the roads…

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The Salvage Job, Part II

The Salvage Job, Part II

Science Fiction – 596 words – By Chris Langan

A human captain with a robot crew are on the hunt for some sweet, sweet space junk. However, the debris-strewn battlefield holds a secret that will absolutely not effect them. Not one bit. (more…)

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Comfort

*Poetry by Fiona Cloud. 26 lines.*Discomfited, the answer lies, ignored, but the truth.. Lay your soul to the elements, they will betray you. They will hurt you, every element, as all souls have agendas. They exist as a mass, so many, individually different. Death remains the same, no escape. Do not kid yourself, you must sort yourself, as it follows. You cannot create a society, where there is…

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The Umbrella

Hank wasn’t sure how his dad handled it for so many years, but he was beginning to get the feeling that a sales rep position for a manufacturing company wasn’t going to be his kind of gig.  Especially not after the nightmare trip he was having.

It was bad enough to be the low man on the totem pole and draw the worst sales route for the whole company, but to now have car trouble on top of it?  Who…

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Between right and wrong

Between right and wrong

(This short piece of poetry has been inspired by a quote from Rumi, a 13th century Sufi poet. The verse has been added at the end of the poem)

Do you see me with your eyes closed, Do you hear me in a silent abode… Do you feel me as water trickling down the skin Or as a waft of air engulfing within? Do you think of me in your mind so deep, Do you dream of me when asleep… Do you touch me as you pat…

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Colours

*Poetry by Fiona Cloud. 18 Lines.*

A fawn cushion turns its face, a cat’s face pictures its front.

A multi coloured blanket adorns a couch, hanging down as a slashed shoulder garment.

Sitting side by side, mechanical and glass, plump accompanies the narrow crimson neck.

Black surrounds the relaxing ticking, as the other falls silent.

Black is not black, red and brown, the black and white one…

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Naked Truth

*Poetry by S J Vinks.*

  I have become someone I used to know

not recognising the person staring back at me.

I live only in darkness

trapped there by my mind.

My smile has drained from my face

and the memory of you has been erased.

My screams are trapped within my throat

unable to break free and release me from my prison cell.

My heart refuses to beat

from the heartache that stopped my happiness

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The Masterpiece: Part 2

The Masterpiece: Part 2

-by Liam Birkner, 1,550 words.

Warning: this story contains adult language, self-mutilation and scenes of horror that may disturb. Reader discretion is advised.

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  Jack Richards stood perfectly still, staring into the empty space where the demons had been. He could feel his heart thud-thudding rhythmically in his chest, almost fast enough to be the backing to any heavy metal song ever made.

Al…

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Albert's Alphabet, part 1

Albert’s Alphabet, part 1

1315 words. Sci-fi thriller.

A is for apples.

You wake in the middle of the night. You are not sure why at first. Then you hear it: a strange sound outside in the street. You lay still, trying to think what the sound could be. It sounds familiar somehow. You are sure you have heard it before.

Yes, indeed you did! It was the sound of your mother’s old fashioned washing machine with the roller bar…

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The promise

*Short Story. 719 words*

  A young man sat at a bus stop early one morning when an elderly gent walked up.

“Hello young sir,” said the man.

“Yeah, hi,” replied the other.

Now Ben, the young man, had always had a problem with interacting socially. Conversation with a stranger was out of his norm at the best of times.

“You know,” started the old man, “if you can say to me exactly what I am…

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Only You.

*Poem. Fiona Cloud. 141 words* There is only you, your eyes do not open, I would die for you. Yet there are three, and there are more, I would die for you all, but only to protect you. I have my preferences, but I still love all, I love every single one of you. There are five, there are lots, you can all come in. The purring cat, the child on the street, the old man who’s eyes scream pain. One…

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Travelogue.

The Cobbler – Karachi To Khunjerab Pass.

17th July;

  “Come out! It’s already too late, we have to go to the market to get the jackets for us,” I heard my husband’s berates, slowly, I opened my eyes reminding myself where I was.

  “Ok, don’t shout people are sleeping here,” I said.

  “These sleeping beauties has to get up as well, or else we’ll be late, it’s a long day ahead,” he…

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