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If I were to tell you, "Life is not a bed of roses." Would you still continue To pull the weeds from beneath the rows?If I said, "There are some wounds that cannot heal." Would you still reach between the brambles And allow the thorns to pierce your skin?Were I to mention, "Even the brightest of flowers Will eventually succumb to time." Would you still cut the heads In preparation for the new spring buds?You simply smile and say; "Yes. For even the most vapid vine deserves to be cultivated. Only then can it bloom And truly enjoy its time in the sun."

Why won't the lights go out?

"Damn this broad is heavy." Freddy grunted. He shifted his weight, put his shoulder into it, and hoisted the body higher."Are you even lifting?" The question was directed towards his brother, Tommy, who was reliably unhelpful when it came to carrying out some of the more gruesome aspects of their work.The pair, affectionately known as 'The Twins' due to their uncanny likeness (despite having different mothers) and the fact they were inseparable, were currently in the process of dumping a dead hooker into a dumpster. Who's dumpster? They had no idea. It wasn't their job to know. What they did  know was that this was hostile territory, and ...

Evan had been at home when the world went berserk.People running through the streets, eating each other alive, tearing each other to pieces. He had watched the deterioration of society from the comfort of his favourite armchair in his 12th floor apartment. The only time he'd gotten up was to lock, bolt and barricade the door, use the bathroom, or grab something to eat from the kitchen.Four days had passed since marshal law had been imposed. A week in total since the world had gone to pot. In the early days, there had been banging on his door and phone calls several times throughout the day. He'd ignored them all. Being a consummate couch p...

Sarah inhaled deeply and braced herself. Head down. Eyes in front. One foot in front of the other.  Sage advice her father had given whenever she was anxious. She took one more calming breath, set her shoulders firmly, and turned the corner.The onslaught was immediate and almost caused her to turn and run in a blind panic in the opposite direction. Instead, she bit down firmly on her tongue (another trick her father had taught her) and strode headlong in to the maddening throng.The brightly coloured balloons and decorations glared harshly in the early morning sunlight, mocking her with their joviality. An assortment of clowns, animals and...

The first few fat drops of rain began to fall in the early hours of Saturday September 22nd. It had been threatening to rain all week, with the town wallowing under a thick blanket of stagnant, muggy air and darkly ominous clouds for the last three days. At near 100% humidity, air conditioners had been working overtime, along with the town's only repair company, who were working almost around the clock to keep up with demand for maintenance on aging and outdated models (of which there were a surprisingly large number in town).Jacob Pinter, a contractor for said repair company, stepped out of his work truck after a tedious 14 hour shift jus...

Saturday morning cuddles. Comfy under the covers eating cereal and watching cartoons.A cloudy afternoon spent  playing cloak-and-dagger, combing caverns for crystals or conquering citadels.Cool summer evening. A cookout under the stars, coaxing giggles and cheers with campfire tales.Then time for bed. Calm and cosy, cloaked in your cocoon of sleep.

The doctor says it's "typical" behaviour. That you've just hit the terrible two stage and it's nothing to worry about. I call it the same old typical bullshit.There's nothing "typical" about slamming your own head against the door jamb or stone hearth.  There's nothing "typical" about how you look me right in the eye while you're doing it either. There's nothing "typical" about how you squirm and struggle whenever we try to hold or hug you. How you turn your head away when we try to kiss your cheek goodnight. Or how you scream bloody murder if anyone other than me or your father tries to pick you up. There's nothing "typical" about the con...