David told me that all beautiful things break. I wish that I could hate him, but I know the jagged

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He stands in the doorway and surveys the street in front of him. Nothing has changed; when changes come to

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She spins the scarlet umbrella, so fast he almost can’t see the motion of her hands. In the dying sunlight

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Most days her dreams are black and white. Their blood is black ink, their heartbeat the steady click and whir

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There’s something beautiful about Heaven; but something melancholic, too. The colours are brighter here. That’s the first thing I notice;

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She doesn’t see the walk light turn. She doesn’t see the world. She has slipped away from it now, taken

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My mother was a woman who was fond of bromides. She peppered her speech with them: “you can just as

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Strange how a thing so small could hold the hopes of so many. He stared at the small shape, the

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I’ve been doing a lot of work on scripts and screenplays and novels lately, so the creative juices are a

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