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Chapter 8: Sleep Cases

Chapter 8: Sleep Cases

A Chapter by Vria P Crow


"The best thinking happens while I am sleeping..."
Where were you?

Where were you?

A Poem by J.Sin


A moldy and torn photo is held Between nicotine-stained fingers, Faces obscured by time, Emotions, now irrele..
Aide Memoire - the paragraph unedited Golden Moments

Aide Memoire - the paragraph unedited Golden Momen..

A Story by Metaphantom


Grandparents yard years after them deceased....
As Echoes Travel

As Echoes Travel

A Poem by Alfred Kukitz


is that me?
Time Gazing

Time Gazing

A Poem by Ken Simm.


Hazy coloured light through old places and air moving in straight lines. All the persistent paintings I have not done. Only the arguements of t..
Nostalgia

Nostalgia

A Poem by sarvikatuli


A poem I wrote based on an experience with my dad.
The Birch Tree

The Birch Tree

A Story by Aishwarya Khan Bhaduri


She sat by the window, staring into space for the longest period of time. Then she slowly raised her palm into the sunlight and took a good look at he..
The old bleeding words

The old bleeding words

A Poem by Shasha


On your perspective.
Take a good look in the mirror, they said.

Take a good look in the mirror, they said.

A Poem by DiskartetHaraya


Always have I thought that changing your wardrobe for someone was ridiculous. That a haircut signifying the start of a new chapter in your life as a g..
Hello

Hello

A Poem by Alfred Kukitz


an evening of fun
This is my hell

This is my hell

A Book by M


The start of my autobiography this is my version of hell
Part 1

Part 1

A Chapter by M


The beginning.
Part 2

Part 2

A Chapter by M


As time went on I realised my hopes of forgetting what happened were disappearing day by day. But then it became more about the emotional abuse than t..
Unable To Heal

Unable To Heal

A Poem by Lialee Ederian


This is a poem about when I was feeling a bit down after one of my classmates had left for international studies.
Layne

Layne

A Poem by Josie E. Cook M. A.


My grandson...
Wet Rainy Day

Wet Rainy Day

A Poem by Billy


Short poem about my first Living memory