That small soft thrum that you often hear
I’m not sure I know what fear is. I’m not acquainted with the full extent of that particular emotion.I know about panic and worry. I know about being nervous and feeling cautious of someone or...
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I often worry about breaking my fingers. Not all of them though, just enough that would stop me doing things. Certain things that I love that pretty much require two hands. Things like playing guitar....
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She left me there, head full of confusion, and a plate empty of chicken. It didn’t matter. I managed to choke down a solitary final chip before I gave up and threw the rest away, admitting that my...
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I lay awake, wishing Death would come. Not in a morbid, suicidal way. But in a “I could really use someone to talk to” way. It unnerved me that he seemed to be the only … person I felt I could talk to...
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I went home to my own flat that evening. Chloe was at work, but she’d sent me a message saying she’d come over afterwards. That was a little reassuring. She had made no secret of her dislike of my...
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I looked up into a face that wasn’t the one I had expected but I had still been dreading.“Catherine,” I said. I glanced over to the bar, but I couldn’t see Chloe or Alice. I tried to think of something...
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