Darkthorn’s Blog

Screaming with frustration, all I want is some peace and quiet. No matter what I do, where I go, I can’t escape. They follow me everywhere, to the shops, in the movies, worst in the shower. There is no escape from their insidious gloating whine.
“Why do you bother? What’s the point?”
Sometimes they’re right, there is [...]

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The woman’s breast jiggled alarmingly. From my vantage point at the back of the bus, i could see that she was alone today. A moss-green sweater was stretched over her ample chest, whilst her long legs were encased in tight black jeans. My face grew hot at the though of her taking me home with [...]

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Those bleached blonde hussies with dark fake tan! At least my skin looks vaguely normal, my blonde is natural and goes with my pale skin.
Their voices shriked and carried well through the still morning air, the breathe and mine mingling in puffy white clouds. I stood silently, waiting for the bus to come. Most of [...]

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Her voice somehow managed to drone, whilst undulating in pitch most inappropriatly. It grated on mty nerves, even though I had travelled with her many times before. I couldn’t concentrate on my reading with her mumbling to herself and whoever was unlucky enough to sit next to her.
The rage and frustration built up inside my [...]

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All those layers were making me look fat. I looked int othe mirrow. It had already taken me more than half and hour to get dressed this dar and have a shower. I was yet to address the problem of my hair too. Perhaps if I was thinner I could still be warm, as well [...]

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“It was bad, as in, like whatever.”
The girl sighed. They were talking about Shanelle’s new phone. She wished that they would get over it already. The girl’s jealousy grew. Here she was in her second-hand clothes, with her old brick mobile, and they were complaining that it was so expensive to go out places. It [...]

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My Journey Through a Ruminant’s Digestive System
I was an organically grown cotton seed which escaped being crushed by the mill (how I escaped… that is another story). As a young one, I was separated from my beloved mother and put into a feed mix. Being a smart seed, I could identify chaff, cotton seed meal, [...]

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Party Preparations
I put on my skirt, enjoying the feeling on my legs. Next, my black v-neck, with the short sleeves displaying the tattoos running down my arm muscles. Then, I slipped on my shoes. Heavy dark lines ‘round my eyes, then a touch of red lip-gloss. On with the cloak and wings… an evil, gothic [...]

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Now, don’t get me wrong, they are a great bunch of kids in 9H. But trying to teach them is like talking to a brick wall. Literally. They turn their backs when I come in, they talk so loudly that you can’t even hear the lovely classical music I put on to assist their [...]

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The garments flowed about me, their unfamiliar silky softness caressing my skin. It was so ironic how I was standing in the wind to protect the others from the invasion. I should have been enjoying my morning cup of soothing green tea about now, with my feet being massaged back into shape after the [...]

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