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The Human Condition – Chapter One

There are two certainties in my life: One that everything in the New Order is perfect and two, that everything isn’t real.

It is the same structured start to the same beautiful day. Just like yesterday was and just like the days to come will be. This I am sure of. This I am confident is the truth. I have witnessed this same day almost like a deja vu, every day since I can remember, it is constant, unfaltering, all of it so reliable and yet somehow, so unfamiliar.

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The Gypsy Curse

A woman approaches me; she is a solid creation, a prided member of these supposed travellers, the kind we are warned about and told to avoid. We keep our children close and our hands on our purses; we warn our sons about their daughters, these beautiful enchantresses and warn our own daughters not to believe the ‘mystic’ ramblings of such delirious old folk. This woman is one of them. She is a gypsy woman.

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The Time Inbetween – Chapter 4

The props were being cleared out. Alex would have offered a hand, but the large muscular men didn’t appear to be struggling with the heavy stage equipment. Plus in all honesty, Alex enjoyed watching them work. Instead she made her way through the back and to the centre of the operation where her father stood with a coffee in hand reading over what she assumed were blueprints.

        “I bought you a coffee” she said, leaning over and kissing him on the cheek, her eyes dropping to the fresh cup he was already holding in his hand. She sat it down on the table.

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Shreds of Satin

“It’s just too complicated.”

Amid a pile of folders and loose sheets of paper Claire pops her head up from the floor, just visible above the desk she throws a wad of pages on top of an already well papered surface.

“Uh-huh, Yep,” Anna is absent from the conversation.

Claire knocks over a stack of catalogues.

“Sorry what is?” Anna concerned with her own task of untangling a batch of sample ribbons, glances over towards her desk, which now looks like a filing cabinet has exploded on it. She spots a familiar document on the table. “Oh no, not the white lily order? It was supposed to be in Wednesday, it’s got to have four days notice-”

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Extraordinary Little Cough

I finally re-joined the group after what could only be described as the most awkward walk ever, I settled myself next to Peggy who right now couldn’t keep her eyes of Sidney. She had gone all eyelash-fluttering and appeared to be finding everything Sidney had to say extremely hilarious. Laughter is a must to show a guy you’re into them. Just then Brazell had got up from where he was sitting and came and sat down on my left.

“What about a bit of fire?” Brazell said in his deep husky voice. Swoon.

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Shannyn

A heavy brow upon her face
Her expression like plaster is frozen still,
Vulnerable, she has no place here to hide
She has decided not to.

Murky oils trickle down around her
She is swallowed up by the encroaching darkness,
She shields herself from you
Yet will not be intimidated.

Her jaw will tremble not an inch
As she sits there in her natural form,
She does not shy away
And will not.

She knows who she is.

The Human Condition – Chapter Two

The underground is dark, dank and chaotic. It has a distinctive smell of stone and moss which is hard to ignore; a dirty, earthy smell that makes me miss being above ground. I miss running barefoot and lying down in the sunlight, climbing trees and swimming in the river. This particular room smells of damp, but that’s no surprise, the underground is always damp. But it’s home and we’re safe here.

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Beetle

Here’s a moist black stone
out of place
and company,
a stranded
upturned little pebble
unappreciated.

From last night’s sudden rainfall;
it’s shell dew-like,
onyx like your Grandmother’s oval ring
just sitting,
blinking
in December’s frost laden garden.

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