Category: Writing
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Changing Minds
I’m sure we used to be better at changing our minds. But then again, I might be wrong. It was about five years ago, or maybe less. Though, thinking about it now, it might have even been more. It’s so hard to keep track of time these days, it all just blurs into one blob…
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Ear Worms
We realised that the Ear Worms were alien creatures one day too late. They’d spent decades slowly burrowing into our brains, wriggling through our auditory canals, humming little tunes as they moved relentlessly onward. They were a patient species, as much by necessity as by design, myopically focused on one thing, and one thing only.…
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Running From Time
Trevor hadn’t always known he was immortal. It had taken a few incidents to convince him of the truth, none of which were an edifying experience. Surviving the car crash was a chance in a million, so they said, and that fall down the stairs, well, he’d been more than lucky. It was probably when…
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It’s A Balloon Penelope
Penelope gripped the string so hard that her knuckles went white. It felt so insignificant, even in her little hand, and she was terrified that it would snap and send her balloon floating off into space. She’d only had the balloon half an hour, and already she knew it would change her life forever. Because…
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The Dummy
The dummy blinked. Then it turned its head and let out a long, deep sigh. There was only so many times he could be made to sound like a perverted piece of wood and sawdust, and there was only so many times he could hear the cold, empty laughter from the darkness. It was hard…
