life
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Life and yada yada
Once dawn broke through with her lucent wings, soaring down like a phoenix, bringing with her fierce reckoning and shaking off hebetude — the sins of your foes avenged by the flick of the wrist, the tossing aside of the bed sheet, the morning run, breakfast at 7, and a need to be somebody everybody… Continue reading
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Pinky’s Burger House (Part 3)
Part 1 Part 1.5 Part 2 You hardly sleep that night. It’s one thing to be ostracised; another to be mentally ill, but it’s terrifying to be both. You didn’t ask for this. Your friends deserted you the moment you dropped out of college, deeming you a layabout or a loser with no ambition who’ll… Continue reading
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Say something clichéd
Say something clichéd like those three overused words, the crux of RomComs and evocative drama movies, detailing how Jack endured it all — the fire and the crimson droplets to find Jane, trudging through snow and madness. No one has ever said them to me without a hint of hypocrisy: an askew semblance of jade,… Continue reading
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Pinky’s Burger House (Part 1)
This is part 1 of a many part series about my experiences at a job I worked in recently. Whether this series is fact or pure fiction is up to the reader to decide. I woke up that crisp, winter morning hungover and went outside to get myself a cup of tea and a cigarette.… Continue reading
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Today, tomorrow, forever
I don’t think anybody leaves this life in a state of blissful contentment, having achieved everything they set out to do. There’s always the question of the books you didn’t read, the people you let slip away, the pain you unnecessarily let in and the happiness you recklessly forsook. Maybe it’s different if you’re a… Continue reading
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Love and reprobation
Meet me where the earth cracks and a dying stream breathes its last, where the ashen peaks lose their charm and look tobacco stained, where the asphyxiated grass choked by some sadistic, otherworldly force gasps and wheezes, where love meets reprobation and we’re broken, neglected sinners in the hands of a silent sovereign, because when… Continue reading
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Lucidity
Have I told you that you’re the clearest thought that settles somewhere in the back of a shadowed mind, and gently, inch by inch, lights it up, until I’m smiling again though my eyes are bloodshot and I’m staring like someone catatonic, looking through the phases of my life? You may not notice the smile,… Continue reading
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Dungeon Master
So, to beat the Evil Fairy Queen, you’ll need 53 fortitude, 76 strength, 185 charisma, and 245000 luck. Then you’ll have to roll 21. Any number below it resets the entire game, and any number above it makes you go back to level 2. What? You think I’m being harsh? How are you going to… Continue reading
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Dear Sandra
I’m writing to you from my prison cell. They convicted me yesterday of not earning GlobeTech enough money, and the private militia barged into my office and arrested me. They have sentenced me to death. As you know, I cannot plead my case because of my agreement with the corporation when I started working for… Continue reading
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Racism (Hot take)
Only a white bigot or a very ignorant, impressionable person ensconced in privilege will say racism doesn’t exist. You encounter it everywhere — the blogosphere, predominately white countries and hell, even in Asia. You’ll find the puritanical preacher from the deep South, arriving in ‘poor impoverished India, where the cheats and scammers live, the crude… Continue reading
About Me
Ordinary Person is a guy who likes to write. He writes fiction, essays, poems and other stuff.
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