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Notes:
1. Made on 9th April, 2022
__________sadness
slight sadness in a single scene
There was a football in the river
floating away
towards the sea
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Notes:
1. Written on April 5th, 2022
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“Mum! Mum! The eggs hatched!”
“The eggs?” Agnes said.
“The eggs at school!”
“They were in an incubator!” The way Ethel said this she made it sound like four separate words rather than one whole one – ‘ink you bay tor’.
“There were three chicks!”
“And two ducks!”
“And an alligator!”
“And a shark!”
“There wasn’t a shark?!” Agnes said.
“There was!”
“It drowned!”
“But in the air!”
“It was so sad!”
“It wasn’t that sad,” said Claire.
“It was.”
“It really was.”
“It was the saddest thing ever.”
“It does sound quite sad.”,” Agnes said.
“It wasn’t sad at all,” Claire insisted.
She looked out the window at the graves in the garden. She couldn’t understand why she wanted to cry.
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Notes:
1. Written on the 7th and 8th of May, 2021
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There was a girl who liked to hide. Each day she sat alone beneath the weeping willow. The branches and the boughs of the tree wrapped themselves around her to form this secret safe haven that was all her own.
Each day she cast, in her mind, a spell so strong the whole town would burn. Tears ran down her cheeks and soaked into the cotton of her blouse. Blood ran from her clenched fists into the dirt of the ground on which she sat. And the words of her spell dripped from her tongue into the protection of the tree itself, which ate them up and swallowed them whole and kept them secret from the world.
In her heart, unspoken, was another wish, one that would let her stay here forever, surrounded and safe and alone. But always, eventually, the weeping willow had to let her go, and she would return to the world that was immune to her spells of destruction, but which was trying its hardest, each day, to be the ruin of her.
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Notes:
1. Written on July 1st, 2019
2. The title is taken from By Grand Central Station I Sat Down And Wept, by Elizabeth Smart
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i felt quite sad
quite often
about various things
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Notes:
1. Written on January 2nd, 2020
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