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The Other Life
Tag Archives: Stories
A Moment; An Eternity
There was a moment, and you were my inspiration. The moment was fleeting, and you have forever vanished. There was an instance, and you were my muse. That instance immortalised beauty for eternity.
Posted in Memories, Muse, Standstill
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Tagged Beauty, Flashback, Immortal, Inspiration, Muse, Stories
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Homesick
He traveled lifetimes and a thousand miles; Searching for the one that used to be, The one he called home. The one he once had and never did; The one called home he could never return to; The one lost to … Continue reading →
Posted in Love, Storytime
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Tagged Another Lifetime, Impermanence, Separation, Stories, Time, Tragedy
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This Song I Write
Words like winter with tunes of a raven’s call, a memoir of the sombre passage of time. Words deeper than the ocean and melodies of desolation – this song I write for our tragedy called destiny. It was lights dimming … Continue reading →
Number Game
6 degrees of separation makes fools of the best of us. There is 14km between you and 6060km between your souls. (Un)fortunately, he is also $748, 3hours 40 minutes, and 2581km across the South China Sea from you. 9 years of unresolved emotions later, be … Continue reading →
Doesn’t Feel Like Wasted Time
12nn. “Not my phone. Why is this tone so strangely familiar?” You recognise that tone from a long time ago. It’s one of those messengers from a long long time ago, also someone else’s ringtone. You turn to see a living, … Continue reading →
Posted in Addiction, Borrowed Time, Fairytale, Storytime
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Tagged Flashback, Intoxication, Memories, Shakespeare, Stories
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Another Tale From Another Time
She looked down at everything playing out before her eyes All too surreal. The lips were moving but the words were muffled. The people were becoming smaller The sounds more distant with each passing second. She was reading a chapter … Continue reading →
Those things we keep alive in writing
And then I go back and read everything that has ever been written. And then I remember why I made every single decision that I made. You were the worst things that happened in my life, not because of what … Continue reading →
Mornings and apples
It was 5am – she sat by the water staring across the horizon, waiting for the sun to rise. In the darkness, she saw flashes of the mornings she spent on the bridge: the long walks, the conversations, the lightening … Continue reading →
Withdrawal
You promised the stars and the moon, and everlasting love we all knew weren’t true. Hold my hands and bring me to places I never knew existed: open my eyes to the unexplored, open my mind to the impossible Make … Continue reading →
Broken Pencil
Every Monday morning the hordes crowd onto the pavements, into the trains and buses, with nothing in their eyes but resentment towards life, or resignation, if they’re old enough. You have everything you could possibly want in life, except maybe … Continue reading →
Random Musings of a Less-Than-Spotless Mind 