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SHORT STORIES & POETRY
by Christine
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June 11, 2016

Settling.

I dont know why that comes into mind while starting my first blog for the New Year. New Year, fears, hopes, daring to put one foot in front of the other. Maybe direction of  settling?

What does that mean? Settling, sitting down, making yourself comfortabl...

June 11, 2016

All the other girls were jealous. They didn’t have to say it, but she knew.

Whispering around her: ”How is it, that out of all the other ones, she is the lucky one?”

The spiteful snickering behind her back didn't bother Ellie anymore. She herself could not believe her...

March 23, 2016

The Breeze blew stronger than usual. It was a dull, grey day and the heavy slate tinted clouds were hanging deep over the wild foaming sea.

The soft rain stung in her weathered face and she tightened the hood of her jacket around her head.

It was like the cold ocean in...

February 17, 2016

 It’s only February but I feel its even middle of the year. I am already exhausted, not really but I already feel my strength strained.

It is a weird strange feeling really. Standing on a crossroad, two paths. Standing there scraping my foot in the gravel. Feeling tense...

February 11, 2016

Men are all the same! Everywhere! Even in my world. First they lovey dovey you and then when it comes to it, they leave you, with all the seeds of a passionate night in you. They simply take off. 

Bruce was his name. I thought he is it. He was so handsome, with his stro...

February 1, 2016

It was like every morning. The alarm clock next to his bed at the same spot his entire life. Folding up his puffy white duvet, which rustled with every movement. Raising himself up slowly. The back was not as flexible anymore as in his young years. Getting out of his b...

January 14, 2016

Emma wondered if that statue had always been there. Towering over the almost leafless trees in that small square in the town park.

How long did she live here? It felt a long time.Too long. The same as her walk through this park.Every single dull faded day of her life. A...

January 13, 2016

The sky changed had changed its colour. It had gone from morning misty grey to bright blue, infused with a few gleaming sun beams.

It almost hurt her eyes and she covered them with her hands, which hardly showed any sign of the past events.

Emma tried to pull down the...

November 20, 2015

She had left the city for a while now and the motorway merged into a less wide and more isolated country road with seemingly no end. It was opening up wide in front of her and all she could see was a silver lining, a big empty space she was determined to conquer. She f...

October 30, 2015

So I am sitting here and am supposed to write a scary story. Well where do I start?

I could tell a day in the life of a single parent with a pre teen. Or the typical “ Woman drive, get lost, wow, woods, deserted wooden cottage with a light on whoo whoo so spooky, meetin...

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