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Imaginary Friends
The first time I saw my friends was right after we moved into our new house. I didn’t like the house my parents bought. It was old and dirty, with grime on the windows and doors that creaked and redbacks under the stairs. The yard was practically a jungle with overgrown gardens and grass up to my knees. I just knew I would be stuck cleaning that mess up even though there was bound to be mice and snakes and who knows what else living there.
The kitchen was old. It had one of those orange laminate bench-tops that were popular when my mum was a kid. The wallpaper was faded and peeling and there was only one sink. There was a little square table and two uncomfortable looking chairs in the corner that the previous owners had left behind.
Off the kitchen was a dark and gloomy hallway with wooden floors that probably once had been polished but now just looked like untreated timbre. Next to no natural light made its way into the hallway, so the light was always on, even in the middle of
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Gone
The first time I disappeared, I was six. One moment, I was sitting at the table eating spaghetti with my family, the next moment I was gone. Just like that; now you see me, now you don’t.
At first, my family thought I was pulling some kind of prank. They searched the house from top to bottom, ready to ground me for interrupting dinner with my shenanigans. By the time they realised I really was missing, they were frantic. They were just about to call the cops when I showed back up in my seat, with no knowledge of where I’d been or even of having been gone at all.
The second time I disappeared, I was ten. I was sitting in the library, reading Harry Potter to a bunch of little kids, when suddenly I wasn’t. The kids I was reading to panicked. They were convinced I was kidnapped by Voldemort. When I reappeared half an hour later, they were still there, balling their eyes out.
The third time I disappeared, I was thirteen. I was taking a Maths test and, when the teacher saw
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Literature
Wrong Number
“Hello?” Sandra said into the phone.
“G’day. I’m calling to speak to Mike.” Said the voice on the other end.
“Sorry, mate. Wrong number. There’s no Mike here.”  She answered before hanging up the phone.
Thirty seconds later, the phone rang again. It was the same bloke, still looking for Mike.
“Look, I already told you, there isn’t anybody here by that name. He obviously gave you the wrong number.” She hung up again.
Almost as soon she replaced the receiver, it was ringing again. “Look mate,” she snapped. “I already told you, I don’t know this Mike of yours. Now don’t call again!”
“Actually,” a soft voice spoke. “This is Mike. I just called to give you a heads up that I gave this number to a particularly persistent guy at the club last night. I take it he’s called you already?”
Sandra was annoyed and told him so. Mike was apologetic and told her
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Literature
Avada Kedavra
TRIGGER WARNING: SUICIDE, MENTIONS OF PAST RAPE AND ABUSE
“AVADA KEDAVRA!” he shouted, and watched as the other fell.
“Voldemort is dead.” He announced wearily, and cheers erupted in every corner of the castle, a hastily cast sonorous ensuring his quiet statement was heard by everyone present.
And then his world collapsed.
“No” he whispered, as the blond beside him crumpled to the ground.
“No” he stated, as the Dark Lady called out something about ‘a lover for a lover’ before her fading cackle announced her departure.
“NO” he screamed, as he knelt and cradled the blond in his shaking arms.
The celebrations faltered as his forgotten sonorous amplified his anguished cries. None of the listeners, not even those closest to him, had ever heard such despair in his voice, not even in his darkest days, and it scared them.
What could have wrenched such a sound from him, of all people? Was the Dark Lord not dea
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Literature
The Sound of Falling Snow
TRIGGER WARNING: SUICIDE
I never knew snow had a sound. Oh, I knew about the crunch it makes as you walk over it and the irritating nails on chalkboard sound of skis passing over the top. I have even heard the dull thud of snowballs hitting my brother once when we visited Charlotte Pass. Nothing in my life, though, prepared me for the near silent whisper of snowflakes floating gently to the ground, a sound so quiet it is almost felt rather than heard.
I used to love snow, used to ask Santa for a white Christmas. The movies, cards and carols always made it seem so magical; all snowmen and Yule logs and sleigh rides. Not the sweat and dust and scorching heat that defined our holidays. I would look at pictures of stockings hung by glowing fireplaces as snowflakes fell outside the window and wish I was there.
I would give anything to celebrate Christmas the way we used to. I never thought I’d miss it; the way my mouth was constantly dry, the way the mozzies would eat me alive
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Sleigh Bells in the Snow
Snow. It means so many things to so many different people. It speaks of magic and Christmas and the sound of children’s laughter; it speaks of cold and darkness and death.
People forget about that part of it. They sip cocoa by their nice warm fire as snowflakes gently fall outside their window, or skate with their lover on the frozen-over lake or laugh as their children struggle to roll a snowball big enough to create frosty the snowman.
They forget that snow also kills; that while they sit, warm and safe, by their fireside, some homeless guy is freezing to death outside; that, as they glide gaily over the ice, some child is drowning beneath it; that, at the very moment they are revelling in the sound of their child’s laughter, some family is quaking with fear at the roar of an avalanche burying their car, with them trapped within it.
They forget that the most beautiful things in this world of ours are often the most deadly.
Or, perhaps they don’t forget. Perhaps they
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Selfless Love - Prologue
Due to deviantArt's content policies, I cannot post the full story here, but here is a little preview of one of my WIPs. You can read Selfless Love on FFN and AO3, though do remember that it is a WIP and I only have a couple of chapters up so far.
Lizzy could not tell you exactly when her heart broke. There was no single moment she could pinpoint. It was, rather, a slow process – a little piece here, a little piece there, as she gradually became aware that her beloved Ciel did not return her feelings.
He used to care for her. She was sure of it. Maybe still did. Just not in the way she wished so much that he would. It was that damn butler’s fault. Ever since he came on the scene Ciel had been different. More…remote. Yes, he still cared for her. But now he loved her as a friend, or maybe a younger sister. His true pas
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Christmas Comes But Once A Year
Karen woke to the sound of whispering. Rolling over and glancing at the window, she groaned as she saw it was still dark out.
“It’s too damned early,” she grumbled to herself. Hoping to get some more rest, she closed her eyes and tried to go back to sleep, ignoring the sounds of feet racing up and down the hallway and the quiet rustling of toys being removed from stockings. She sighed as her body gradually relaxed. She was just about to drift into slumber, when the loud flush of the toilet jerked her back into wakefulness.
Giving it up as a bad job, Karen climbed out of bed and staggered groggily towards the bathroom. After using the loo, she brushed her hair and teeth then splashed cold water on her face to drive away some of the tiredness.
Finally feeling somewhat human, she donned her dressing gown and emerged from her bedroom to share in her children’s early morning excitement.
After nearly an hour of clamouring and squeals and cries of “Look what I go
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Literature
'Twas the Night Before Christmas
‘’Twas the night before Christmas when all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.’
I wish.  It sure as hell isn’t that quiet in our house, let me tell you. There’s no popping off to bed early, dreaming of sugar plums (whatever the hell they are) and waiting for good old St Nick here. No, here it’s all noise and bickering and chaos.
To start with, today is the day our in-laws all decide to pop in for a quick visit and every. Single. One just has to give the kids candy canes and biscuits and lollies. So now we have a house full of kids all hopped up on sugar, bouncing off the walls and generally making a racket. I think I’m getting a headache. At least this year, we actually managed to get them to eat dinner.
It’s getting late, though, and I’m going to get little enough sleep as it is, so it’s time to (try to) herd the hippos into bed. First, we need to place the stockings outside their bedroom do
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Literature
Arigato
Armin knocked quietly on the door to Levi’s office.
“Enter,” came the flat voice from within, and Armin promptly obeyed, greeting the Corporal with a salute.
“You asked for me, Sir?” he said, politely.
The Corporal searched Armin’s face impassively for a few moments before responding.
“Armin,” he said softly. “As you know, [YOUR NAME] was killed in today’s Titan encounter. A letter was found amongst her personal effects. That letter was addressed to you.”
He handed a small envelope to Armin and waved him out the door. Armin made his way outside and settled with his back against a tree, before gently unfolding the letter and proceeding to read.
Dearest Armin,
If you are reading this letter, then I have not returned from our mission. If this is the case, then I have died before raising the courage to tell you how I feel. I can kill a Titan without a second thought, but I’m too much of a coward to speak my h
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Marked
I was marked at the moment of my birth. My mother lay screaming on her birthing blanket, tears leaking from her eyes, her forehead beaded with sweat, my slimy head dangling from her body while the priests placed the tattoos on my cheeks. She wanted to keep me, my mother, wanted to take me and run, but the elders caught her as they almost always do, and they took me from her.
The moment I was pulled from her body, my mother was killed. She had birthed a fatherless babe. She was unclean and could not be allowed to corrupt the other girls. Her body was burned with cleansing fire and her ashes scattered in the Valley of Shame. There was no grave, no place for me to visit in remembrance. I don’t even know her name.
I think of her sometimes, when I am alone. I wonder what she was like. Was she pretty? Was she kind? Do I look like her? Would she have loved me? I do not discuss these thoughts in our daily cleansings. They are my secret shame.
Upon my mother’s death, I was taken to
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Better
I knew this would happen. Granted I hadn’t expected it to be quite so soon, but I had expected it. And I told them. Repeatedly. I tried to warn them; tried to prepare them for this moment, but they refused to listen; refused to believe. I’m not so crazy now, though, am I?
I’m no longer the strange woman parents warn their children about; no more crossing the street to avoid me now. No. Now it’s “I always knew there was something to your theories, Mrs Kelly”, and “I never believed what they said about you, Mrs Kelly”. Oh no. The shit’s hit the fan and suddenly I’m the bees’ knees; queen of the hill; everyone’s best mate.
Markus is here. He wants me to take his rug rats. His Joan succumbed last week and he’s on his last legs, but he swears the children are healthy. Yesterday, it was Karen. “I haven’t eaten in a week,” She said.  “I’ve been giving my share to the kids, but even
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I am married with three daughters and one son. I write as a hobby, mainly flash fiction. I also enjoy photography but I am currently sans camera, so any photos I upload will be quite old. I am attempting to learn how to draw, though not very successfully. had an old account on this site under the name fairywhispers, and I will be transferring that content to this account.
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Hey~~

Just wanted to thank you for the fave!

Also, since I'm currently focusing on music, I was wondering if you'd be interested in listening/sharing my music?

If you are, I can link you to where you can find that stuff!

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Okay!

Here: youtu.be/RdBdTScI4dY

Let me know what you think :)

And if you like it, sharing it would be cool too. ;)
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