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    ✍️ Arts/Lit ... the dimming of the light... (part 7)

    ... the dimming of the light... (part 7) … the dimming of the light… (Part 7) Peter Hunter Day 4 … dawn gently elbowed aside the night as it had always done and possibly always would although I pondered how long I would be around to see it… For the past day I had not felt so well. As I still...
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    ✍️ Arts/Lit ... the dimming of the light... (part 6)

    ... the dimming of the light... (part 6) … the dimming of the light… (Part 6) Peter Hunter Day 2 - continued … the sudden loud pulsing throb of a military helicopter about a thousand feet above our heads shattered the threatening silence of a day continuing without electricity. At least the...
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    ✍️ Arts/Lit ... the dimming of the light... (part 5)

    ... the dimming of the light... (part 5) … the dimming of the light… (Part 5) Peter Hunter Day 2 … cold, very cold the contents of the wood burner are still warm… a diminishing pile of grey embers which Alice rapidly encourages to a healthy heap of flaming logs… … but still no electricity - no...
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    ✍️ Arts/Lit ... the dimming of the light... (part 4)

    ... the dimming of the light... (part 4) … the dimming of the light… (Part 4) Peter Hunter Night 1 Unsurprisingly I could not sleep… … perhaps not even want to having spent the long dark evening talking to Chris, Sharon and the Colonel in front of the log burner - Alice and I had retired to a...
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    ✍️ Arts/Lit ... the dimming of the light... (part 3)

    ... the dimming of the light... (part 3) … the dimming of the light… (Part 3) Peter Hunter Day 1 continued… … 1200 noon… '… and then?' asked Sharon… Three thirty and the daylight was already fading - but the friendly flicker from the wood burner gave light as well as warmth. 'We stick...
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    ✍️ Arts/Lit ... the dimming of the light... (part 2)

    ... the dimming of the light... (part 2) … the dimming of the light… (Part 2) Peter Hunter Day 1 - 1200 noon… … we sat huddled in our parked car outside our house, dressed in several layers of clothes in defiance of the January cold. Only the radio was operating silently as we waited for the...
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    ✍️ Arts/Lit ... the dimming of the light...

    ... the dimming of the light... … the dimming of the light… (Part 1) Peter Hunter … the night felt wrong …a least it seemed that way. The light patter of rain on the roof, the horse-like neighing call of some dabchicks on the lake answered by the sharper more aggressive shriek of a pair of...
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    ✍️ Arts/Lit Billy's Suicide

    Billy's Suicide Billy's Last Hours One voice. DO IT! DO IT! Over and over I hear it in my head. DO IT! DO IT! The 6 rolls in, prefect for the 7. DO IT! DO IT! 7 rolls in, 8 and 9 side by side looking like a pair of eyes. I picture the face, demented, bloody, constantly saying. DO IT! DO IT! Out...
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    ✍️ Arts/Lit with out a whisper 2

    with out a whisper 2 long ago you left with out a whisper you left with out saying a word, you always said you were alright, but you weren't and everyone was to foolish and blind to see that you were hiding behind a mask of happiness, but then you took off your mask for your friends and you...
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    ✍️ Arts/Lit Meet me there (chapter one?)

    Meet me there (chapter one?) Imagine this. A sunny little meadow, tucked behind some majestically tall oak trees, hidden from the outside world. The hum of nearby traffic comes to a stop when you enter the meadow. Breathe in the air, its cleaner. Pure, cleaner oxygen. The grass below your feet...
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    ✍️ Arts/Lit Vita Dei Demoni

    Vita Dei Demoni When the demons call my name I am not ashamed To answer with a cry We all deserve to die Tonight the freaks come out to play blades and blood theresnothing2Say We'll end up screaming Hoping we're just dreaming Please help me to know Who I Am so low Let me disappear Hush...
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    ✍️ Arts/Lit Love Hurts

    Love Hurts Have you ever thought someone cared about you ,but they just end up hurting you ? Love hurts and so does getting stabbed in the back. People think hurting other people is fun and that nothing will happen because of their actions. Words hurt and no matter how many times you apologies...
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    ✍️ Arts/Lit a life of pain

    a life of pain I never thought life could get any worse after my whole family died two years ago. CHAPTER ONE: THREE YEARS AGO Three years ago life was starting to change for me. first was the death of my mom she smoked,was an *******ic, and lost custody of me and my seventeen year old brother...
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    ✍️ Arts/Lit Stop It!!!

    Stop It!!! She hits her everyday. And her brother just watches feeling so useless. She always hits her no matter what her reason she only hits her. He has to watch her get hit it isn't right. He always says very quietly please stop mommy. And he helps his sister up and wipes away the tears and...
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    ✍️ Arts/Lit Loved You To Late

    Loved You To Late . He had sat by her for days, for weeks, for months. He had sat by her all year, she'd never missed a day. Now she was gone, and she wouldn't be back. "killed herself, so young..." the words echoed repeatedly in his head. He slumped onto his desk and stared at hers. For just...
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    ✍️ Arts/Lit Misery

    Misery I feel like cutting, Feeling the blood run, Leaving a trail of pain with it, shutting. Like shotting myself with a gun…. If life feels so worthless Then why do I sing? All these versus, I don’t think ill make it to sping When all the pain, Kills me When all it is vain. All I want to be...
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    ✍️ Arts/Lit Please read

    Please read I have not personally been through this but many other people i know have so please read I was just sat there in my lesson waiting for the bell to go, as i just kept staring at the clock wishing it could just move five minutes at a time but little did i know my mum had just pulled...
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    ✍️ Arts/Lit A cold day in hill

    A cold day in hill “Why” “What why” “i hate it when you repeat things i say” “i am not, I am just not in the mood of speaking, so i just want you to say what do you want” “we need to talk” “not now” “you’re sitting doing nothing” “ya” “i need you to make things clear for me” “ya” “i...
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    ✍️ Arts/Lit Angel

    Angel A women was driving and didn't stop because the light was green.her granpa yelled,"Stop!"as quick as possible,she stoped.A huge truck pasted as fast as anything she had seen,if she would'nt had stoped,she could of been crushed.She stoped at a gas place and cried.Wanna know way?Her granpa...
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    ✍️ Arts/Lit Bus Stop

    Bus Stop "Ava are you ready?" "Yes mommy.". Hi! I'm Ashley White. I am a stay at home mom.I am 34 and am married to Logan White. Logan is 35.Logan is a doctor. I have 2 daughters. Ava and Mindy. Ava is now 14. Mindy is 13. I will share the story of Ava Lilly White. One word for Ava. One word to...
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