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I’m in front of all these people, the lights blinding my eyes. Sweat stinging them. What do I say, or do. God, I hate improv.
» Posted By martin b On 12.11.2013 @ 12:41 pm
On the horizon we could see plumes of smoke wafting into a serene, pale sky. The chaos of the day before now over, everything was still again.
» Posted By martin b On 12.05.2013 @ 3:11 pm
“Ok everyone open your books to page 72, today we are looking at geometric construction”.
I watched the rain slide down the window and collect in pools on the concrete outside. I didn’t get this stuff.
» Posted By martin b On 12.04.2013 @ 2:52 pm
I heard it coming before I felt it. A sreeching that ripped through the house like a speeding steam train. Then it hit.
» Posted By martin b On 12.01.2013 @ 5:39 pm
I derive great pleasure from writing deep and profound things most days, just not today.
» Posted By martin b On 11.26.2013 @ 6:37 pm
I caught the ferry from Devenport to the city with my Mum. It was windy and we had an ice cream on the way. I’ll always remember how that old ferry smelt of diesel. Ice cream and diesel.
» Posted By martin b On 11.25.2013 @ 4:57 pm
What are you selling?
What do you want?
I don’t know but I’ll know when I see it.
Well when you see it, I’ve got it.
» Posted By martin b On 11.24.2013 @ 1:53 pm
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It was only after I lay on the ground with blood in my my mouth I realized, I should have defended myself.
» Posted By martin b On 11.20.2013 @ 4:06 pm