Life
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The people I went to school with are settled down now. Married, kids of their own, the lot. But here I am, single, poor, and clinging to fanciful dreams of being a writer. Age doesn’t mean a thing to me; I couldn’t care less that I’m nearly thirty. The Read more
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the night should burn with fire and wine it should make you feel as if there’s nothing left to fear the future shouldn’t exist cigarettes and soon to be forgotten words spluttering from your brash mouth lights and bodies glowing alcohol flowing without end this is the magic hour when all is within your grasp Read more
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Symbols painted on her flesh, she flowers before me whilst uncrossing her legs. Black stockings and swirling smoke for eyes, somewhere over the desert a plane crashes into the sand causing a smile to spread upon her trembling red lips. All those unmarked graves, those lives that disappeared without a trace. In the lonesome diner, Read more
Author S. K. Nicholas 