Category: Short Stories

  • Mother Knows Best

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    Something’s not right, but I don’t know what. I try to keep my eyes open long enough to read the time on the clock radio by my bed. 7:36. Shit. I’m going to be late. Didn’t the alarm go off? Maybe I slept through it again. I feel kind of groggy. The sun is streaming…

  • The End

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    I inhabit my dreams. I walk between the pages of books, wander through the scenes of my favourite films and dance alongside the stars of the musical theatre stage. My world is sometimes monochrome, sometimes glorious technicolour, but always thrilling. Reality is simply the dull pause between my slumbers and my fantasies. Reality is not…