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Clink at their defences hear the soft sound of resistance and judge its harshness, or encouragement. Tap a little harder with a blunt tool, something deceptive that won’t raise alarms. The first crack will come and you must wait, wait and see if the other side breaks through to greet you or needs to retreatContinue reading “23:98”

Eight months of care and skill were poured into its creation, a harmless replica, its blade made of newspaper, stuck together with paper marche and decorated with paint. A weekend showing off to like-minded nerds was its debut eight years ago. Now it sits damaged in the spare room, waiting to be slathered with coatedContinue reading “23:97”

It sits on your tongue and melts in your senses, rich and full so its taste rests on your being, absorbs into your life and produces new determination.

The day’s weight rests on eyelids forcing a battle to keep them open, a struggle you shouldn’t engage in, one you always regret in the morning, but you fight anyway, to make the day feel more fulfilled less wasted, more memorable.

You wake gulping, choking on dryness and struggling to swallow fear you can’t breathe, until your brain reprimands, points out your nose. You lie there, swallow carefully fearing too big a chance will begin the painful coughing. Water waits at the bedside to restore the parched land. Just don’t drown in the process.

You tread through life with all the charm of a verruca, a black dot at your centre surrounded by bloated pain. Any pressure inflicts agony, but you must continue walking for a reason you no longer remember.

It sits there in position, displayed to tempt, to separate your money for its sugar rush and mouth satisfaction. Yet the sign denies all access, it waits, smirking, knowing it is wanted, and amused at your frustrated sigh when you walk away empty-handed. Prompt: Out of order (write about your feelings when there is anContinue reading “23:92”

Ouch, I heard that, the electric shock you received moving the cage of alcohol. was it angry? Ready to hurt to be noticed? It almost had a voice, Or was it just trying to say hello, and it’s nature ruined its intentions. Prompt: Stranger conversations (start the first line with a word or phrase fromContinue reading “23:91”

23:90 I was created round, with no edges, no dents, no imperfections. No one thinks twice of kicking, slamming or whacking me against themselves, the ground or the walls. I will not bruise, I will not feel it. I am a toy of fun, I can be a vent for your frustration I can beContinue reading “23:90”