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Pets
My adopted gerbil Ben is weird. He was originally purchased with his brother Jerry and the family brought him back alone. Gerbils are supposed to live in pairs or groups so bringing one back should definitely be a crime but…
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Writing
The more I write, the more I find myself asking what the point of writing is. At the moment, I’m going absolutely mad every night smashing my keyboard getting whatever thoughts that are in my head down on paper (well,…
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The Car Park
He sat at his desk in anger. He never got a good spot in the car park, but to be on the tenth floor, at the very top, really pissed him off. He felt invisible at work, but on the…
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Happiness
I’m sitting in my office at home. This is where I work now. It’s a great room with everything I need to get by. Custom PC I built myself, large desk that I also built, high end speakers, dual monitors,…
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Purpose
Being born isn’t really our choice, it’s just sort of thrust upon us. The beginning is so utterly shit; we don’t really remember most of it until a couple of years in. Then we just kind of do stuff until…
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Florida
I arrived at the Greyhound Bus depot in the late afternoon, having gone without sleep for near eighteen hours. I felt hungover even though I drank only two miniature bottles of whisky on the ten-hour flight from London. This was…
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Apathy
The sun wakes me up early every day. At least it means I don’t need to set an alarm. The blinds in my room aren’t fitted correctly and they let the light creep in. My eyes are slow to open,…
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Remembering John (Year Two)
John Henderson sold books just outside West Hampstead station. He was originally from Scotland, and as he would happily admit, he really liked to drink. He used to have a three legged bull terrier called Sugar, and she was the…