Category Archives: Creative Writing

The lady on the train

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This morning Yellow sat down at the table and recalled the lady on the train. She had passed to Yellow a flask of green tea, the leafs of which were floating around in the water that looked stagnant like a pond. The lady began telling Yellow how she had gone “cold turkey” on coffee years […]

let’s go fly a kite

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She arrives on a cloud, powdering her nose, carrying an umbrella with a duck for a head. She glides through the sky- her feet sticking out at 90 degrees creating a line. She wears a hat with a flower and she is just bobbing on a cloud before she arrives at a house with a […]

Yellow is a balloon

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Yellow is a balloon floating in the sky with her string dangling thin in the air with nothing to hold on to but will itself. Yellow is bold as she floats here there and everywhere. The string is like a wisp of hair, you would not see it, if you did not know it was […]

I sold my heart

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I said my heart was not for sale, but I sold it all the same. With a few assets included, like my defiance, my arrogance, my insistence and my immodesty- I sold it to the unwitting buyer and now he owns my heart, he can pull at its strings.

He is an inverted Mary Poppins

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Measure by measure he is imperfect in every way. Human and real and suffering, and stuff. He measures up to nothing and he carries his wounds like luggage. He stands at the station, expectantly. He looks with sad eyes- into the abyss. He bares the markings of his childhood- Scarred by ritualistic abandonments. She made […]

Yellow, the pillar and the lady with the long name

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Yellow just began thinking about the pillar in her old community. How he had left the lady with the long name for her cousin. From the large house next the river that flooded -by the Teddy Bears house- they were shifted to a miners terrace where they’d balance vases on the columns on the plinths […]

So what if England were to go down the plug hole, shrugged Yellow

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In a bath full of bubbles that glistened against a stark spot-light above, Yellow giggled at the thought: what if England went down the plug hole? She contemplated, where would all the people go, to the pipes to live down below, Yellow didn’t know? SO, what if England went down the plug hole? Would it […]

Yellow saw a rat

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Yellow saw a rat although at first it looked like a leaf, but it seemed to move too fast even in wind as strong as the wind of today. It was definitely a rat. The trees were clustered in the middle of a concrete garden, in a concrete jungle, that was surrounded by a rickety […]

Yellow and the him

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Yellow had been bathing in green water as the world outside had turned to resemble the 100 acre wood on a very blustery day. He had called her and told her about the storm. He told Yellow how he had been blown away, high and far in the sky and said he would write soon. […]

Yellow was born with ants in her pants

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Mum said Yellow was born with ants in her pants. Yellow even checked once, and started to cry when she couldn’t find them. Yellow did have ants in her pants, in a manner of speaking. Jittery about life – like a delirious picture of join the dots that would go up and down, in lines, […]