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“There Is Society Where None Intrudes, By The Deep Sea, And Music In Its Roar” -Byron

“A shipwreck gave a man limitless opportunity to know himself if only he cared to find out. He could always press further, dig deeper, find places no one had mastered. To Chatterton, there always seemed to be opportunity on a shipwreck, even the simple wrecks: the opportunity to confront the problems really worth solving, and … Continue reading

You’re So Hypnotizing

“There were two points of view he was having troubles reconciling. From the first one, he was seeing himself as some sort of adventurer, who was following his instincts in his quest for something great, just not well defined. From the second one, he was morally bankrupt, irresponsible criminal, who was lying and stealing to … Continue reading

When Day By Day Is Affected By Ghosts Of Years Past

“Maggie could’ve enjoyed the same starry-eyed view of the world, but instead she traded in her innocence for a dose of cruel reality. She accepted nothing at face value but fought to see what was behind the curtain. They were so different. Tara fantasized about having a  different mom- maybe a school teacher or a nurse. Maybe … Continue reading

Living In One’s Head Leaves Little Spare Time

“I have often imagined him returning home a week early that summer, to a mother, to a father; and having to watch his father’s face as the boy told him he failed because he was weak. A trifling incident in a whole lifetime, you may say. Not true. It could have changed him forever, his … Continue reading

Madness is a Terrible Thing to Waste

“If jobs needed doing then yes went ahead and done them, blind or no blind. That was one thing Sammy had learned, yer man, the bold yin. Mind you no everything that happened was gony be down to him. Some would, but no it all. Ye’re never responsible for everything; no in this world: this … Continue reading

However Misguided; Envy is Love’s Sister’s Keeper. Through it, Love Will Always Survive.

“The pile of clothes from last week is still there, and it looks dustier and more forlorn than it did a few days ago. I read somewhere that a train can rip the clothes right off you when it hits. It’s not that unusual, death by train. Two to three hundred a year, they say, … Continue reading

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