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Stupid Know-It-All

I hate you. I hate you because you act like a know-it-all. You act like a know-it-all because no one has stood up to you. No one has stood up to you because no one has your time. No one has time for you because you’re not worth anyone’s time. You’re not worth anyone’s time because time is perceived as precious. You’re not precious because you’re everywhere, at every time,

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How to Hate

Everyone talks about how they love this person, or that person, they talk about how easy it is to love. I agree. But no one talks about how easier it is to hate and how harder it is to keep loving.  The first person I remember hating was my primary school best friend. I loved her since we were in nursery school. Somehow, we had just grown to click. My

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Erm… Mr Murphy?

Prompt: 27 Feb Comedy of errors Murphy’s Law says, ‘Anything that can go wrong will go wrong’. Write about a time everything did – fiction encouraged here too!   Bonus assignment: do you keep a notebook next to your bed? Good. Tomorrow morning, jot down the first thought you have upon waking, whether or not it’s coherent.   It happened on Friday and started in Editing class. I had walked

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Fatigué

*This is what happens when you’re stuck in traffic in the night and you still don’t feel tired. Thank you Lagos, for the inspiration!* I’m tired of being so strong I’m tired of being sure of everything I’m tired of not being confused I’m tired of getting over people faster than it takes me to love them I’m tired of blinking twice in the mirror and getting rid of the

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…and you wonder.

You walk into your house quietly, walk straight into your room and you sit at the edge of your bed. The mess you made just before you anxiously went out on the date is just as you left it. You stand up, walk to the mirror and stare at your face. You touch your lips. They feel very swollen but they look only slightly swollen. You arch your eyebrows and

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I Hated my Childhood

I hated my childhood. I did. When I think back to my childhood days, I shiver a little bit. Sometimes, I even semi-yell out an ‘arrgh’. I was dyslexic – Simple. Or was it? I didn’t start speaking until I was three years old. I could speak in my mind though. But it was really hard producing what I was thinking into spoken words. I wrote my ‘d’ as ‘b’,

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