This will be the last sad story I write for awhile – as I will revert to the deviance chapters of my life to date: those stories make me gleeful and are no doubt less depressing. 439 more words
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As Sebastian sat huddled in the bus shelter, drowning his sorrows in a bottle of Campari, hiding from marauding Mogwashian Mimers; Moonchild Etherington-Smythe was conversing with her ironing board and was expressing ironing boardness onto canvas. 280 more words
“Beach & Sand” is a reflection born out of: a long, ‘lonely’, early morning walk on a beautiful Polish beach; a brief conversation about the British seaside with a colleague of mine (after coming back to London); yet mostly it is born out of experiences & teachings which keep on reminding me about the following fact: 186 more words
After about 4 months of contact with this guy I had known for a few years but had seemingly dissapeared off the face of the earth (wishful thinking) for a majority of the time i had the misfortune to know him, we agreed to meet again. 539 more words