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Some kid is chinned out of his shoes in the local Kwik Save for giving someone a dirty look. Twelve hours later, another is stabbed up the arse outside Argos after a night out on the tiles. A group of feral kids set upon him for some reason or other, and as they howled and Read more
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A smoke beneath the stars and time is frozen like a billion cold hearts chasing dollars and cents and I wish I could be warm and sometimes I am but not very often. Perhaps I could drive an ice cream truck. Perhaps I could work in a guitar store and cut all the strings because Read more
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She has a pink nose from the cold. Beneath a cherry blossom tree, she nibbles a slice of pizza. When the wind picks up, petals shower us like bubbles of thought. The petals are pink like the moon, like the lips she spreads when I ask her pretty please to let me see what she’s Read more
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Originally posted on Free Verse Revolution:: Issue I: hebe (the fountain of youth) is now available for download! Get your copy of our first issue here. Our issues are free to download but if you wish to donate in receipt of your copy, you can use the Donate page. Currently, donations are used to pay… Read more
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The postman’s nose even resembled a beak, and, if she remembers correctly, his teeth, all stained and crocked, were as big as giant paving slabs. That morning, on her doorstep, she crossed her arms over her breasts to prevent his bulging eyes seeing anything more. It was the first time she had ever done such Read more
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Moving the book aside, the partially squashed tube of paint patiently awaits her touch. When her fingers caress its scrunched-up body, the colour seeps into her skin via tiny cuts to her cuticles where it subsequently courses through her veins like the drug of love. Her veins are narrowed from smoking too much, and if Read more
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Snapping her mouth like a turtle, she bites the ankles of a lone student leaning against a photocopier. The kid is one she’s never spoken with. He seems pleasant enough, but so are his paintings, so she gives him a nip for good measure. Tossing a handful of paper into the air as she sinks Read more
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Those lonely roads are lonely indeed. They’re cold, winding, and as long as a piece of string sailing down a stream unseen. There’s such a stream that flows through the veins of this town, mainly underground, but sometimes over, too. It’s home to all kinds of rubbish that spends its time floating around without so Read more
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The lift doesn’t fall. The mirrors don’t shatter. When the door slides open, she stares at her shifting reflection one last time before stepping onto the worn carpet at her feet. In places, the carpet is stained with paint. There’s also the occasional cigarette burn. You’re not supposed to smoke in the building, nor are Read more
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Thinking about those old porno magazines, one in particular stands out. Not the name of it, or where she found it, but a certain woman within its pages that snatched away her breath and lit a fire between her prepubescent legs. The woman posed by the side of a swimming pool. Her hips wide, and Read more
Author S. K. Nicholas 