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egg
An egg A womb, life giving So perfect is she, so sudden the relief That I am overwhelmed Coolness quenches the wretched heat behind my eyes My treacherous stomach, quelled My eyes are open A flash of light, of memory An inferno Spiralling skyward it rose and so up we marched Seven levels, each more…
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Level 30 Board Room
Unlike the offices below, the boardrooms on level 30 smelled clean and faintly perfumed, like a hotel lobby. There weren’t enough chairs for everyone so I stood up the back, leaning against the tall glass window. It was cool to the touch. The only thing I felt in thee room.
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Your friendly neighbourhood Yowie
BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. Your alarm has gone off after hitting snooze for the last hour. In fugue state, you get ready to hit snooze again until you finally realise: you’re late. You jump out of bed, throw on a wrinkled shirt, some dress pants and slip on some boots. You don’t have anytime for breakfast,…
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Wednesday 4:34.
The setting sun gleams off the buildings across the street. It was raining earlier. Out the window I see people moving about. Others in the office are wrapping up, packing their things. I didn’t get much done today. Should hang around for a bit because I rocked up 15 minutes late. The computer screen is…
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An Obituary to Kanzi the Ape (madlad)
Look what they did,to my boy.Another soul lost,To the nether. In his enclosure, He found no power.His only escape, Minecraft Java Edition. When they caught him,I spoke to KanziIn his cell, throughthe thick glass.’That’s just how, The banana splits.’He said through,his gentle smile.They studied him, For scientific, Research and, Analysis. We grew closer. A friendship…
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Yowie Society and its implications from a geopolitical perspective: Applying a new lens to critique post-modern ‘trickle-down’ economics theory
An applicaiton of yowie theory to the study of society.
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The intruder.
The fan groans rhythmically next to me as I stare at the dark ceiling. The air is thick and oppressive, and no amount of air blowing around seems to cool the room. I feel myself sticking to the sheets, melting like a piece of cheese. I glance over at her. She seems to be asleep.…
Tag: short-story
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egg
An egg A womb, life giving So perfect is she, so sudden the relief That I am overwhelmed Coolness quenches the wretched heat behind my eyes My treacherous stomach, quelled My eyes are open A flash of light, of memory An inferno Spiralling skyward it rose and so up we marched Seven levels, each more…
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