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Tag: write over weekend

  • Th’ writer..coffee.. an’ broken pencil

    Writer..Coffee…broken pencil. Ashit looked around, he could see the coffee dispensing machine, the broken pencils in the recycle bin, the writer though was missing. Ashit knew this smell a familiar smell of moving on. The guest would move on, leaving stale memories of them behind. As a house keeper Ashit had seen many of them,…

  • will-o-wisp

    There are a hundred things she has tried to chase away the things she won’t remember and that she can’t even let herself think about because that’s when the birds scream and the worms crawl and somewhere in her mind it’s always raining a slow and endless drizzle. The Orjit heard that she had left…