Category: Short Prose
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Well, if you’re really into unrequited love
Beloved, I’ve immortalised you in sonnet after sonnet, making you a blushing tulip in the gentle heat or a grey pearl that heals disease, but my lines meet oblivion. I wish you were the thrush that sat on my windowsill and pleased me with its aubade. I wish you were the Dandelion in my backyard […]
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On reasoning
That day, I found myself on purple grass under a green sky. Two moons and half a sun burned. I was sweating, but when I wiped my forehead, I realised I was sweating blood. I panicked and thought I was approaching death. However, I wasn’t weak, so I ran. I ran past trees with whalebone […]
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Them
Before they arrived, we had our ideas of what they’d be like, and we often wondered if they existed. But when they did, our powers of comprehension failed us, and we couldn’t fathom who they were and what they did to our world. I remember that day more than any other. We didn’t see spaceships […]
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On rainy days and contemplation
I walk on a cobblestone path in the drizzle, passing construction sites and industrial areas in the grey twilight of the evening. I skirt a puddle or two, but I’m not trying to escape the rain. It’s the only thing I’ve ever known. The sky darkens with each step I take, and an ambulance sings […]
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Threnody
Dear Maria, I saw you standing outside Green Theory yesterday. You were on your phone, and though a part of me wanted to cross the street and say, “Hi,” I refrained. I walked away, nervousness encircling the pit of my stomach, hoping you wouldn’t see me. If you did, would you have stepped up to […]
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The great addiction
I used to buy a pack of Marlboro Reds from a dingy cigarette shop on the street outside my apartment complex. I’d then return, sit on my balcony infused with the neon twilight of dusk, smoke and convulse in the throes of guilt. What am I doing with my life? Does this all end in […]