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A Story by Allison

A cerebral piece I wrote for a class.

Perfect Girl

A Story by Cassidy

The perfect girl, with the perfect eyes, is sitting all alone. The cafeteria has more kids than seats. Yet t..

If Only

A Poem by Susie

A tribute to all those fighting an eating disorder

Five months married

A Chapter by Susie

"News update from around the world, 22nd June."I tuned in to The Morning Show while doing a few simple floor exercises and let it talk at me. It was t..

Six months married - part two

A Chapter by Susie

Where the hell was he?Planningtoappear inconspicuous and preoccupied when Cris arrived home, I had already been hiding out in the bedroom for an hour...

Chapter ? - running

A Chapter by Susie

I forged reasons to run that were acceptable. Like to use the energy I paid for or tone. But deep down I knew these were lies, part of an excuse my su..

Chapter 12

A Chapter by Susie

Home.I resented the fact that I'ddriven. The fifteen minutes alone in the car with Cris faking appreciation for his support was intense. For the first..

Chapter 13

A Chapter by Susie

A private body viewing, a stressful black attire shop and nine days later the farmhouse was all a hustle again. I was tired of functioning around so m..

Chapter 15

A Chapter by Susie

Today wasTHAT day.I dressed for Church. I looked at my reflection. I dressed again. Clothes slowly formed a second carpet over my bedroom floor. The f..

Apparently Normal

A Poem by ThePersona

A poem about how it feels living with Dissociative Identity Disorder

Delirium: A Monologue

A Story by Kyle Kanji

This is the beginning monologue for a film my friends and I are working on. Essentially, I'm writing the story while they adapt it into a short film. ..

Chapter ? - leaving

A Chapter by Susie

It was 1.4 kilometres from Naracoorte’s main street to the unit. I walked slowly, with a chemist bag containing valerian supplements to ai..

Abstract

A Poem by taboo.poet

Heaven is an abstract ideaAs abstract as hell on earth,As the blade in my hand,As the blood on my wrist.None of it is real.I sit,Dark fantasies floati..