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luke
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Fable, Abstract, Non-Fiction
A clown stares at a mirror. The mirror is seven metres away. The clown’s image is distended and stretched. It appears inhuman. His clothes are ragged and slashed, a misery lining his face. Th...
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luke
A parisian street scene blows a farewell kiss to your hero. He turns right, through a gate painted green, and disappears up stone stairs, worn slightly in the middle due to the tramp of years. Before ...
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luke
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Humour, Abstract
I am standing in the middle of my room or perhaps to the side or sitting in a chair and all around me whisper the sleeping murmurs of appliances. The mobile phone reclines on the desktop, nestled a...
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luke
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Fable, Abstract, Non-Fiction
I read once that art is in the gut. Is that right? I dunno, this evening, it just sprung up on me, a fantastic breeze of a surprise. It swept with the woosh of full bodied air. I breathed so deep my l...
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luke
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Fable, Abstract, Poem
Clacks would crash through, with creaking age bearing heavy on beams and struts. Dust would swirl and rest, at mercy and whim of crack-borne gusts through worn brick and plaster. Dusk would come and g...
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luke
Anal is what she always called me. For keeping a ‘space blanket' in the car. You know the things, silver looking that they give to marathon runners. ‘You won't need that thing' she'd say. ...
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luke
There is a bath before me. A deep, metal beast with carved feet. I've just run it. I am back home, at my dad's place. Mum died yesterday. I travelled all night to get back here, a three hundred mile t...
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luke
My wife left me. Three years, five months ago today. Sure it sounds like a lot of time, but this is the sort of thing that fucks you up, you know? What, am I meant to just turn around and say ‘h...
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luke
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Fantasy, Horror, Fable
Step into the court of confessions. The judge, myself; jury, myself; accused myself. But these aren't the proceedings of an official act. These are the marrow raw truths only alive when they ...
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luke
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Fantasy, Romance, Fable
I tread water. I'm nowhere. I imagine the water I displace causing an effect somewhere else. Perhaps a ripple on a beach never before set foot on. Or a wave contributing to erode a granite face on an ...
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Ilia Mogilevsky is a happy go lucky web developer based in Melbourne, Australia with his beautiful wife and a nameless budgie. Contact him on facebook, twitter, or digg.
Peter Sbarski is soon to be PhD certified and is based in Melbourne Australia. He loves to dance and is a gym fanatic.
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