Category: writing
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Pebbles
We pushed on through the thick undergrowth, our boots snagging on roots and thorny stems. The air was thick with …
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Panic
The alarm went off at seven, shrill and merciless. I slammed my hand down on the clock, but the sound …
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It’s Our Country Too
They march with banners, fists held highBut not for peace, not for the skyThey shout of borders, walls …
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It’s Our Right To Challenge Authority
There’s something deeply satisfying about challenging authority. It’s like sneaking the last biscuit from the tin: you know you shouldn’t, …
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Misadventures of a Wall Mounted Bike
Today’s a grey day. Not your average “might rain later” grey either—no, this is the kind of grey that makes …
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The Best Years of Our Lives?
We’re always told that childhood is the best time of our lives. Usually by people who’ve forgotten the horrors of …
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Return to the Madhouse
I suppose it all began a few months ago, when the first message pinged into my life like a particularly …
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A Tight Corner
The moment the icy black water swallowed me, it was like being punched in the chest by a ghost—cold, unseen, …
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Sand Sand Everywhere
Sand. Miles of the stuff, stretching off like it was trying to sneak into the next country undetected. A never-ending …
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Barriers Are UP
Another glorious morning at Greybridge High — also known as the seventh circle of educational purgatory. I rolled out of …