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I Am Swallowing My Pain
Scratching initials into my desk, so my idle, angry nails don’t find her eyes. My heart is helpless and possessed. There is an envy deep within me, distant, under the sun, my skin burns, as my ink buries her beautiful face, I spin, alone in the garden, side two, track seven, Rubber Soul, as my…
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Ella at The End Of The World – Episode Twenty Seven
Read more of Ella at The End Of The World After last night, it’s pretty obvious that we aren’t as safe here as we thought. Martin thinks we would better off if we kept moving, but Mary (it feels so weird that there is only one now…) thinks it would be best to try and…
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Parting Is Such Sweet Sorrow
Rebellious subjects, under the stars, that sing “Oh, how cruel is fate?” sweet harmony, that portrays my destiny. “Tier 2?” I gasp, grasping at my symptom free throat, googling traffickers that could smuggle me in to the plague pit that our capital city has become. On pain of death, or public shaming, I hope that…
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Ella at The End Of The World – Episode Twenty Six
Read more of Ella at The End Of The World I didn’t want to, but I had no choice. Me and Little Mary were in the back garden, while Martin held things down in the front. It was an exciting night, because Little Mary and I had been saving our tobacco rations, and I…
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Ella at The End Of The World – Episode Twenty Five
Read more of Ella at The End Of The World Little Mary just woke me up, and she’d snuck some of my caramel digestives out of the cupboard (Martin made me share). She put them on a little tray with a pot of tea, and we just sat having a chat, and feeling like normal…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 