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Aug
14
Duende45: Late blooming
I'll be honest, this week has been tough. There are moments when I question why I keep writing. These moments
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Aug
14
#175: Camp
Peter flicked the indicator on. The corrugated dirt track and difficult to drive on with his rust-bucket of a car.
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Aug
13
#174: Sleepless
It was hot, no doubt about that. Their bodies glistened with sweat and sex. Grace nestled her head in the
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Aug
11
#173: Strewn
Strewn all over the kitchen table were bills and bank statements. Grace was adding numbers up while Peter leant back,
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Aug
09
#172: Movie
Grace opened the window the moment the fields opened up. The dregs of civilisation, the cheap petrol stations and agriculture
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Aug
08
#171: Wept
It was bound to happen. Two teenagers ending up at the same party.
Welcome to small town life.
Matilda stood
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Aug
07
Duende44: Talking out of school
I am staking my claim in the ground. Planting my flag. This is happening, and I am part of it.
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Aug
06
#170: Swipe
Grace sat on the couch. All the lights were off and no one was home. She clicked on the last
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Aug
05
#169: Ruined
Peter was standing at the bar, nursing his pot. The afternoon sun slanted in through the windows on the western
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Aug
04
#168: First
Rory placed the apron over his head. It felt heavier than he expected. John was pointing at something but he
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