December 2007
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Just Like Butter
The television made a rattling noise, much like a choking generator. That piece of visual junk has aged well past its prime, much like the interior of the house.
Andrew, he hates it when it’s too quiet. There’s always some form of noise, the rattle of his television set, the groaning of the depleted fridge and the screeches from the train passing through outside his window. He lives for the...
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As I Stand Here Today (A Eulogy)
Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen, relatives and friends, guardians and parents of Mr Barlouda Christy. My name is George Fleetwood and we are gathered here today to mark our final respects for a great man, a brilliant mind and an inspiring human being. I will read to you a poem that Mr Barlouda has entrusted upon me to deliver on the day of his funeral.
Before I begin, Mr Barlouda would like...
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Death Junkie
The office space, all 2,174 square foot of it, was bustling with activity. There were office boys running around to fix things that the old coffee-cum-pastry lady just cannot. The printers need paper and the desks need stationary. They’ll call someone to fix the air-con, call someone to fix the tiles, call someone to call someone else to call someone else. The office boys do that, fix things....
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a loyalist anthem
hello? do you remember me? i love you and i am here always.
my mobile message reads like my heart. she will love it. a loyalist anthem.
one day she’ll look me in the eyes and we shall dance in the rain and wash away all our pain. she’ll give me this chance, to be a joyous man. my name is joshua, simon and fred or any name that you wish to refer me to. i live in the house across the...