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She was his life. It wasn't just an over-done phrase that Jack used to make people believe he loved her – Linda was his everything. When he woke up in the morning, her smile was the first thing to cause his own. When he lay in bed at night, her kiss was better than any lullaby. She was the mother of his children and his constant companion. He would do anything for her.

Anything.


She had saved his life. He had been an ordinary policeman, injured in a robbery arrest gone wrong whilst she was his nurse-in-shining-white, there to brighten each day of his recovery. The day Jack was discharged was the day that he got down on one knee in front of her. Thirty six years of bliss from that moment.


He kissed the wrinkles that snaked across her once soft and supple hands and stroked the glowing gold of her wedding band. Her clouded blue eyes twinkled at him; still showing him her thoughts even if she could no longer see him properly. She smiled and kissed his own gnarled hand in return. With a sigh, she lay back on the creamy white pillow and softly squeezed his hand in hers.

Shakily, Jack caressed the wispy tendrils of her silvered hair, watching as his love's breathing slowed and the drip at her side emptied itself into her sluggish veins. He sobbed as her chest stilled, finally able to release the pent up emotion without the noise invading her final dreams.


With a kiss to her frozen lips he stood. He could never thank her enough for the life she had given him but at least he had given her the dignified death she had wanted.


Thank you, my love, my life, my Linda.
What is your favorite holiday carol or song?


Twelve Pains of Christmas or the Restroom Door said Gentlemen

Bring To Light

"Who decides what is truth?" she wondered. "They say that history is written by the winners but who are they? Surely history and truth are decided purely by perception. So does that mean I decide what is truth?"

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Bring Her On And Let Her Scream

Like a hissing snake, the crowd whispered with excited voices. The cameras observed them as they stretched to get a better view of the podium, waiting for the entertainment to begin. The light rain that dropped onto the crowd but still they watched.

Suddenly, as one, the crowd fell silent as a screaming woman was dragged onto the podium. She cried and writhed, beggin to be releaed but her voice fell on deaf ears. Ropes were wrapped around her alrady bruised wrists.

The cameras zoomed in as the parifin soaked rags at her feet were lit. The new reality TV show began with a scream.

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Bring the Fire

It's an odd feeling.

You can't think exactly when it started or why or what made you notice it. You're not sure if there are underlying reasons for it or maybe it's just because the chemicals in your brain decided to have a massive party to fuck you up. You just know that you don't feel right.

When it reaches the stage where you can't avoid it any more, you wonder if you are just weak. You wonder if everyone else feels this way and it's just you that has a problem. Or even worse, it's something you have done that means your own mind is trying to punish you. No one else feels this way - just you - because you are bad or weak or a failure.

Conversations with other people often don't do much to help. You don't want people to think you are being whiney so you don't go as in depth as you could. But then you worry that they then think that you are making mountains out of molehills and everything just gets very stressful and muddled. You already know that your avoidance of social situations is pushing your friends away - you don't want to muck up what you're saying and push them further.

Anxiety is always there. It's inescapable. Are you going to be like this forever Is it going to stop you from doing what you want to do? From finding love? Raising a happy family? The worrying just increases the helpless sad feeling that hangs like a dark cloud over you.

Other feelings are harder. Sometimes you can't think what happiness feels like. Or what it's like to feel carefree. Did you ever feel that way? You're not exactly sure any more. And anger too. People annoy you, yes, but do you ever feel properly angry. It's not a positive emotion but at least it's a change so that you know you are human, passionate and alive. You want the passion to burn through you - igniting the hopes and dreams within.

Instead you just feel burnt out.

Bring on the Wonder

It moves. And it makes noise.

Noise she recognises from before, in the warm place. This place is warm too... Just not all the time. The Thing-That-Moves carries her about between the warm and the un-warm and other Things-That-Move make shapes with their mouths at her.

They are noisy too. Sometimes the noises are harsh - not like the noises she used to hear in the warm place. Others feel nice. They make her feel good to listen to them. She is especially happy when she hears her Thing-That-Moves make noises because it is safe, familiar and often means food.

This is new too. She didn't taste in the warm place. She didn't put things in her mouth like she does now and didn't find that there were good and un-good things to go in her mouth. It is very strange. But tasting is fun to explore.

Everything is fun to explore outside the warm place, if only her Thing-That-Moves would let her go far enough!

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Writer's Block: Globetrotting

If you were given the opportunity to spend two weeks in any country in the world free of charge, which country would you choose, and why?

It is my dream to travel the world so this is a very hard choice to make. My soon-to-be-foreign-volunteer gap year is hopefully going to help me achieve that aim but I'm still torn between choosing just one place.

At the moment I really want to go somewhere in eastern Asia.
For the voluteering  I am paticularly interested in China, Thailand or India.
In China, on the site I am frequenting most, the opportunity that attracts me most involve teaching English in schools. It would allow me to see some of the sites and learn in depth about the Chinese culture. I would get to work with children - which I would enjoy - I would learn some of the language and still have time to myself to explore. Another oppurtunity in China involves conservation with the Pandas which would let me explre the natural beauty of the country.
In Thialand, it's similar oppurtunities that attract me - childcare/teaching orphans and working with animals (in this case elephants).
And in India, I haven't found the exact details for it but a friend of mine took a volunteer trip for three months where she got to help a community develop ad learn about the culture. She came back so different! She was lot calmer, less materialistic and had loved it so much (though she still can't face an Indian takeaway!).

However, if it was my dream holiday free of charge for two weeks, I would be in Japan in a flash. I love the mix of old and modern and the interesting fashions and culture and... just everything. Except maybe sushi which I still can't train myself to like lol.

Writer's Block: Globetrotting

If you were given the opportunity to spend two weeks in any country in the world free of charge, which country would you choose, and why?

It is my dream to travel the world so this is a very hard choice to make. My soon-to-be-foreign-volunteer gap year is hopefully going to help me achieve that aim but I'm still torn between choosing just one place.

At the moment I really want to go somewhere in eastern Asia.
For the voluteering  I am paticularly interested in China, Thailand or India.
In China, on the site I am frequenting most, the opportunity that attracts me most involve teaching English in schools. It would allow me to see some of the sites and learn in depth about the Chinese culture. I would get to work with children - which I would enjoy - I would learn some of the language and still have time to myself to explore. Another oppurtunity in China involves conservation with the Pandas which would let me explre the natural beauty of the country.
In Thialand, it's similar oppurtunities that attract me - childcare/teaching orphans and working with animals (in this case elephants).
And in India, I haven't found the exact details for it but a friend of mine took a volunteer trip for three months where she got to help a community develop ad learn about the culture. She came back so different! She was lot calmer, less materialistic and had loved it so much (though she still can't face an Indian takeaway!).

However, if it was my dream holiday free of charge for two weeks, I would be in Japan in a flash. I love the mix of old and modern and the interesting fashions and culture and... just everything. Except maybe sushi which I still can't train myself to like lol.

May Week 2 for The Flame

Haha, you're dead.

Well, almost. I mean this wouldn't really be an effective conversation if you were all dead now, would it? Okay, it's not quite a conversation being that your tongue is lying about three feet away from your mouth but, well, you know what I mean.

You and I both know that you brought this on yourself. I had to. I didn't want to, you know how I hate mess, but I really did have to. I thought about it for ages, agonizing over every detail, wondering if I really should go through with it or if simply gouging out your eyes would be enough. In the end I knew. You got in my way. This means you clearly did wrong. People who do wrong are punished. So I am punishing you. With the death penalty, obviously.

I could've just gone with a lethal injection of something or other, but then you would struggle and be upset and it would've just been really traumatic for both of us. This way is much better. It's more therapeutic. You totally have to admit that burning all your hair off was a good way to punish your vanity. And then using acid to paint on your skin? Pure creative genius showing through there. I know that if you still had your tongue you would be agreeing with me right now.

But I do feel a little bad about all this. Some people might miss you... Like your dog, right? I'll look after her, don't worry. She won't feel a thing. Oh shit, wait, you don't have a dog. You have a wife. Barbara, right? Yeah, Barbara. She'll be fine. You don't have to worry about that. I don't want her to suffer. I'll make sure she's out of her misery soon. I'm that kind of person, you see. I don't like good people to be sad.

Oh dear, no more breathing. Now you really are dead. I should feel really sad about this. Maybe have a cry.



Nah, you deserved it. Haha, you're dead.

May Week 1 for Brigit's Flame

An attempt at poetry (not my strongest area). Big SORRY about the punctuation but it confused the heck out of me in poetry so feel free to help me out. All three prompts used in some way (I hope).


"There was a spark." she said, acting full of joy.
"A spark?" I asked. "When you looked at the boy?"
She nodded her head and gave a sweet smile
and explained to me that he was wearing green,
Her colour and sign that she should stay a while.
I said nothing to her, in case I seemed mean.

Time moved on and years went past
And I still worried that she hid behind a mask
For I knew the secret that she hid deep
But I could say nothing in case I was wrong.
Afterall, how on earth could she keep
Hiding her true feelings for so very long?

The perfect couple and  wonderful pair,
Three boys and two girls for them to care
for and cherish with all their hearts
She  was a housewife, caring and kind
and, of course, had the children each do their parts
While husband worked in the city, using his mind.

More time went by and we grew apart
Until one day the phone made me start
My friend was in hospital, hanging at death's door
Husband thought I should know her secret
That she had intended to tell me long before
She'd been scared, shy, and forced him to keept it

At her funeral I cried finally knowing the truth
She'd been hiding and acting since those days of our youth
The secret I'd known was only one part
It seems so obvious now and how did I miss
That I was the true owner of her secret heart?
Had I known it would have been hers; my love, my kiss

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