Certificate 15

For loving makes the deepest cut in my heart...

Soft play is hard work. Other parents and snotty nosed kids are a formula for clattered nerves.

Guided tour doesn’t cover the pinball ride he takes us on, with Li forced into a trot to keep up, as her Dad – still gripping my arm – ricochets about this block of the school.

I’m the only person left on board. The windows gleam yellow with the flickering overheads. It’s still dark enough outside to keep my ghost reflection in the glass.

First chapter of the novel, "End of the Line", project-named "Bus Boy"

“Ungh,” Kevin muttered as he lifted his head off of the rock that he’d been using as a pillow.

I pulled the seatbelt across my chest as the car started to move. I fidgeted with my tail awkwardly.

“Why are you going there?” I asked carefully.

Mutual harmonies cresting into one another, like fractal arms invading the rich hues of their neighbours.

Can I kiss you on the lips
Can I feel you from the hips.
Can I peel off all your clothes
Can I touch you from your head to your toes.
Can I dominate you from above
Can I be enslaved from below.

My wish is not for myself

For a Friend

The glory of all mankind
Happiness will forever stay!

She's never known love. Partially inspired by Les Miserables (my favorite musical of all time).

the words i write aren't brave,
but slaves to a mind that screams
its language every second of every day

My only wish is not to compete
But to build my code for the truth.

Miracle...
Every moment, you are there
I just have to open my heart
To let me see you on my hands.

A progression of my emotions: from happiness, to excitement,to emptiness,to relief, and to acceptance

Out
of breath, been crying again.

A man stays the night in a hotel, but everything turns into a nightmare when he wakes up in the middle of the night.

It would be gutless to say that it just happened. It had a clear beginning which started amongst the blackberries. That year, the seasons were as disorientated as we were.