Tag: creative writing
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Fine old gentlemen
We’re a bunch of elitists discussing the subtleties and nuances of a Rembrandt—the rich browns and the gentle beiges—in a stylish lounge bar, sipping on Château Cheval Blanc. We then talk about Ezra Pound and Fascism. “I quite enjoy him. He’s an exotic, fragile thrill,” I say; my voice, flavoured with an exquisite, rich, deep-as-marrow […]
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A song of experience
A lament rises from these dry bones,encased in a coffin of a wasted life,when I was young, my father,the demon, said, “I am thineand thou art mine,”with a devilish, deceitful grin,when I was young, my mother,the angel, said, “Stay strong andsurely, you’ll succeed,”with a sincere, simple smile,when I was young, my brother,the stoic, said, “Yourfeelings […]
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Evening song
Remember when we lived in that cottage on a hill with its red steps, off-white porch and beige door? The crisp breeze wafted into the rooms and chilled us to the bone, but beauty and innocence still prevailed. We were two inconspicuous people, and maybe we were even humble. We had each other, and that […]
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Toad curry
I’m chef Frank Baudelaire of the three Michelin star restaurant Ambiance. Today I’m going to tell you a little about us and also guide you through the making of our world-famous dish, Toad curry. We started Ambiance in a little corner of Marseilles three years ago to give people an experience like none other. We […]
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The rejection letter
Dear Writer, I’m afraid we have decided to reject your manuscript because it doesn’t feature a strong female protagonist. The narrative was good until Sasha forgave the men who catcalled her. It then spiralled into some psychobabble about redemption and beauty. We are looking for a gruesome story about revenge. You must remember that the […]
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Onion
He was odd and he would walk around hunched with this peculiar gait that made him look like a wounded war veteran who limped. He seemed so absorbed with himself. I often wondered whether thoughts buzzed around inside his oversized head like flies circling a pile of garbage. He had this effeminate way about him, […]
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