Category: Love Joseph
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Mirror To Another World
This story is an excerpt from my book, Curse of the NonSol Isles, which was pitched in early February and accepted for publication by Tales; Tales is an interactive story-telling platform that provides creators with data to find story/market fit and the economics to scale ideas into massive franchises. By downloading the app, you can […]
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A Story about The Woman
Once, there lived a boy who fell sick. Due to his parents also being sickly, the boy was cared for by his elderly grandfather. After seeing him through the worst of the illness, the boy’s grandfather carried him out into the garden and sat upon a swing. Extremely tired, the boy sank deeply into the […]
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The Succession of Seeds
“They’re all dead!” A gust of wind blew hot and heavy through the yard, carrying his voice over it as his words fell like knives, their points burrowing deep into the grass. And my heart. Just beneath the window, I sat amongst the sunken stems and withered leaves of the garden as my breath was […]
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Mystery of the Man
He consumed his feelingslike a child swallows mints:excited at the first taste buttoo hasty, too eager, to allowthem to settle too long. They rest,the dregs of an old half-drunk soda,left to bake in some car far too long. He wore moods like clothes;changed once, twice, or elsethrown in the hamper dirty themoment they touched his […]
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Rape . Seed
Deafness fall upon me, foul words I’ll heed no more as you scatter them like Rapeseed at the Earth outside my door. – From bloom of sickly spindles, leaves of cabbage, white as milk, petals burnt a Yield-less Yellow, they asphyxiate their ilk. – Their nettles rise to meet my feet, draw blood like mourning […]
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let it go.
Frustration is a silent companion who sits in the front seat as you pump gas in the bitter cold, laughing as it locks the door with your keys inside. It hovers, just above your shoulder, as you hunch low over the stove; it chatters as you count spices, flicking flecks of spit into the pot […]
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“on April 14th”
Some say there are days which will stick in our memory like how to a strip of brown paper a fly might become glued; In a child’s first words, on one’s gold-gilded birthday, or when another first tells them, “I do”: But as I am too young for that, I know My day comes on […]
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Wild Manswood Drive
It was a daisy that killed the Vanterbombs. Prized from the Earth, stolen from its home, it had lived just long enough to bring down the house around it before it withered and faded. As for the family, they woke up one morning dead, with their legs in the air and their faces in the […]
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Medical Component Specialist
He reached for the cup, frowning at its lightness, before sucking down the last cold dregs to drop it into the bin beneath his desk. His eyes stung like bees; he pressed hard into them with his palm, massaging deeply. He felt as though he had been awake for a lifetime. He glanced at the […]
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