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CHAPTER THREE - A secret

CHAPTER THREE - A secret

A Chapter by Elise Anton


I was there yet without warning everything was displaced around me. Perhaps the ambience, the season, the familiar act... Somehow I was transporte..
CHAPTER FOUR - Father, mother, others

CHAPTER FOUR - Father, mother, others

A Chapter by Elise Anton


My mother found inner strength late in life. Back then, ever at the mercy of my father, living in constant fear of his hostility. His bouts of rag..
CHAPTER FIVE - Dreams and Nightmares

CHAPTER FIVE - Dreams and Nightmares

A Chapter by Elise Anton


At seventeen I too dared to pursue a passion. My art deemed impressive in High School, hanging in corridors - some better pieces taken home by the..
CHAPTER SIX More secrets...

CHAPTER SIX More secrets...

A Chapter by Elise Anton


My father failed me again a second time, when I was ten. The first house our family rented after many months sharing with other migrant families. ..
CHAPTER SEVEN Violence and retaliation

CHAPTER SEVEN Violence and retaliation

A Chapter by Elise Anton


The fateful day came when my father shoved my mother, and she fell on the back steps, fracturing two vertebrae in her back. I didn't witness this ..
CHAPTER EIGHT Reconnection

CHAPTER EIGHT Reconnection

A Chapter by Elise Anton


William always returned, filling the vacuum whenever I discarded a new diversion. A given he would emerge, monopolise my thoughts and punch the ke..
CHAPTER NINE The Prince

CHAPTER NINE The Prince

A Chapter by Elise Anton


When the blue-eyed Prince arrived, whisking me off my not-so grounded feet, I perversely hoped. I counted on him being the one to topple William. ..
CHAPTER TEN Dancing for my mother

CHAPTER TEN Dancing for my mother

A Chapter by Elise Anton


William the only one enabling me to draw full breath, his presence even though brief and even if sometimes only on paper, providing the much neede..
CHAPTER ELEVEN Goodbyes and Miracles

CHAPTER ELEVEN Goodbyes and Miracles

A Chapter by Elise Anton


I married the first time at twenty four, presumably to escape, only in the process, I discovered in my husband a younger version of my father. So ..
CHAPTER TWELVE The old man and the machines

CHAPTER TWELVE The old man and the machines

A Chapter by Elise Anton


Back when the boys were little, the struggle to provide for them within the cliché of a single mum? Their father too bloody sick to contribut..
CHAPTER THIRTEEN Danger, danger

CHAPTER THIRTEEN Danger, danger

A Chapter by Elise Anton


Astounding, my survival those first years after the devastation. Alone with my secrets; resisting to the constant pressing need to smash my old ca..
CHAPTER FOURTEEN Words and Mailboxes

CHAPTER FOURTEEN Words and Mailboxes

A Chapter by Elise Anton


Came the day I picked up a pen and once again wrote down those few lines memorised. Only this time, more words appeared on the paper! "So young ..
CHAPTER FIFTEEN A new Queen

CHAPTER FIFTEEN A new Queen

A Chapter by Elise Anton


When I decided to finally meet William again? No tangible certainty he was alive. The only evidence a photo on the internet, several years old. I ..
CHAPTER SIXTEEN Surrendering and never finding

CHAPTER SIXTEEN Surrendering and never finding

A Chapter by Elise Anton


Funny. I surrendered my virginity to a beautiful boy when I was seventeen. Part French, he fed me strawberries, sitting at the kitchen table in ma..
The Fear I have in Reciting

The Fear I have in Reciting

A Poem by Ms. Twitch


You're making me check my words twicemaking sure they are perfectly in place.Feeling what I've numbed myself toconversations that never went beyond th..
No Room For Empty Feelings

No Room For Empty Feelings

A Poem by Aspiringthinker


I have written this piece 6 years ago, a few of my friends recommended that I publish these, so here it is.
Broken reality

Broken reality

A Poem by Kira


I foresaw the upcoming suffer that I will take, but I accused this anticipation with lies and sorcery, thinking the suffer I went through was enough..
The scarred vile

The scarred vile

A Poem by Kira


His steps made scarred marks in my soul and mind, creating suffocating speculations, crippling my weak mind and making my heart sore. The echoes of ..