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Blue DriveFAVE ON THE ORIGINAL WORK PLEASE...Blue Drive
The evening before it happened we were in the car, we were headed for the cinema and I was reminded of learning to drive.
He once caught a horse, my Dad; a big one, with high hooves and equine limbs that filled the air, with nostrils flared. All animal, all heart and blood, all scared and furious and free.
The evening before it happened I wanted to tell him I'd rather drive a horse. Then we'd have that; something beating and breathing and true,
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The God PlanFAVE ON THE ORIGINAL WORK PLEASE...The God Plan
Men who have greatness thrust upon them are often born mediocre. Peter was one such man. Peter emerged from the womb screaming, like an average baby. He learned how to walk, how to talk, at an average speed. In school he achieved average grades, and after school, he had an average job.
Peter never did anything extraordinary. After thirty five years of being completely unexciting, Peter was sure of himself. He was sure that if he left, nobody would miss him. This is not to say that Peter wanted to leave, he wasn’t a stupid man, but he knew th
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The Gifted - PrologueFAVE ON THE ORIGINAL WORK PLEASE...The Gifted - Prologue
My name is Taryn ni Devorai, magical advisor to Queen Sorcha of Amaria. For many hundreds of years, magic was feared, and those in possession of magical talents persecuted. Children who showed any kind of gift for it were outcasts, hated even by their parents. Frequently, they would be put to hard labour, in the hope that the magic would be "beaten out of them". It didn't work, and many died as a result of the harsh treatment. Still more drank poison, or slashed their own wrists, just to make the torment end. I could so easily have suffered the s
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Garden of EveFAVE ON THE ORIGINAL WORK PLEASE...Garden of Eve
I’m young, only in my twentieth year But I know Love I know Love and all of its worth
In all of its elegance and spontaneity Sharp edges It’s Fine and smooth surfaces In all of its grace and purity Piercing thrones on red roses
It’s Cultivated and arcane emotions
It is a rough unadulterated being with innocence
Yet tainted by experience—once experienced Tainted by the eyes and voices of my peers By the parents who know best, but failed the
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A Human DisasterFAVE ON THE ORIGINAL WORK PLEASE...A Human Disaster
Cheek, palm, forehead, bit by bit I curl up (though standing) into the window. I watch my hand, when I take it away I leave an imprint, like a stain. Then it’s gone and I do it again, press, hold, release.
The glass has a cold smooth texture to the touch but to the eye I see a scratch, a tiny crack. Small imperfections marring an otherwise perfect surface.
I can’t bring myself to look at him. I hear a beep, another, a string of beeps like a trail. Follow it to the end and eventually it’ll be gone. Beep, be
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AmbushFAVE ON THE ORIGINAL WORK PLEASE...Ambush
The lone man slowly ventured up to the old abandoned office block on the corner of Logan Street. It was one of those lazy Sunday afternoons, where virtually everyone stays at home to rest and recover after a hard week’s work at one of the local BlueCo facilities. This man’s name was Russ Jackson. He was one of the few building site developers left in the United States, and he had the hard job of observing a new site and reporting back to BlueCo with details such as block size, any obstructing building that had to be demolis
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Just Like AirFAVE ON THE ORIGINAL WORK PLEASE...Just Like Air
Her lips press against mine so softly… just like air.
This kiss is indescribable. Words and the English language itself seem to undermine it.
When her lips graze mine, the brick wall that I have built crumbles completely and these tidal waves of emotions come pouring out uncontrollably.
I begin to cry. I open my eyes slightly to see that the same tears filled with the same meaning cascading gracefully down her face.
I kiss her more and more and more.&nbs
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