My Chaotic Mind
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NaPoWriMo Day 23 The Man In The Mirror I look into a mirror and I wonder who I see If I am the one looking Who’s looking back at me? Been told it’s me I’m seeing I’m sure that can’t be true When I try to touch the glass They’re trying to get through. Normally…
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NaPoWriMo Day 16 Get Your Prep On! Strife and danger, it’s doom and gloom It’s doomy everywhere The end is here, it’s nearly here So it’s time to prepare I’m sure you’ve heard this all before This is the real thing So best stock up on all you’ll need From SAMs right down to string…
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NaPoWriMo Day 9 Alone There’s far less things that frighten me My fears have changed As time has passed I’m less concerned My psyche less deranged What people think, what people say Why did I care? Their thoughts and words cannot harm me There is no danger there In blackest night, when darkest thoughts Whirl…
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NaPoWriMo Day 3 Today’s is a little darker. For those of you who have been around since my first shot at NaPoWriMo back in 2013 you may recognize this from day five of that first year. This isn’t really laziness, I just don’t think I could produce anything which would better represent the prompt of…
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Flash Fiction February Day 13 How To Reach Enlightenment From Dunhollow, drive east on highway 417 for seventy-three kilometres. Turn left onto McKenzie Rd, highway 48. In the town of Gorman’s Bay, watch for the detour. It will take you around a construction project before rejoining highway 48. Remain on 48 for another twenty-three kilometres.…
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Overheard On Holiday “You seem irritable today.” “I’m not irritable, I’m irritated.” “I would think that if you weren’t irritable, you wouldn’t be irritated.” “If you would stop irritating me, then I wouldn’t be irritated.” “Well, if you weren’t irritable, you wouldn’t find me irritating.” “You are irritating me because you are an irritant, not…
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Behold What You Have Wrought “Tell us where you’ve been Clairissa.” The man was tall, in his mid-thirties and in her very objective opinion reasonably attractive. “I haven’t been anywhere.” She’d been playing this call and response game with the tall man and his heavyset partner for about four hours and a bit. Call it…
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Don’t Open That Window “Does that plane look like it’s on a normal flight path to you?” Doug’s wife looked up from the novel she was reading. “What plane is that then?”, she asked peering skyward and feigning and interest she definitely didn’t feel. She was just getting to the juicy bit and didn’t feel…
Brain Bits To Go 