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When The Party’s Over
Leave the bottle on the bar.I’ve kicked the can down the road,tracking its rattles,trying to hear what lies inside,but I think it’s just another thing that I don’t want to know,so you don’t need to know either. I sleep in shifts,paranoid and flanked by my sycophants.My best boy is a sociopath,nouveau riche narcissist,talks his shit…
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Dream and it might come true
Meekly, she comes before me,her lips parted as she prays,aching and consumed by the cruelty of life before love,it’s way past time, but I let that pass me by, and I just hold her. Reborn, like a saviour on a Sunday,I am fresh in her fantasies,lace on my skin, petals in my perfume,overboard in our…
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Weeding – Part One
My Son is missing, but I have a feeling I know where he is. That sounds ridiculous, so allow me to explain. I don’t know his location, or the address, but I know where he’ll be. I know who he’s with. It’s those people. Those sick, sick people. They’ve got my Andrew. I’ve told the…
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What? Where? When? Where? Why?
What’s your point of view? Where do your eyes wander to, when I look your way? Where do you see my soul in six months? And why, oh why do I care?
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Live – Storytime Sundays
Hola amigos, I will be live on Twitch on Sunday April 17th at 7:30PM BST for the fourth Storytime Sundays, a live narration stream where I will share my stories with you. This week’s stories will be part two of Ella at the End Of The World and Pumpkins. You can watch and join in…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 