The wicked

Despondency had an address. Ours. Our house was one of a series of identical houses on the fringes of this forest. The ever present dankness and semi shadow was meant to humble and educate. From an early age blind obedience and outright denial of any desire or ambition for 'things' outside the designated square meters …

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A simple life

Her house is a fine example of symmetry. It is the type of house you first draw as a child. The feeling on the untree-lined street of row houses, is one of uncertain suspension and despondency given the overall grey dominating the scene. Still, a few of the homes, in an attempt at bursts of …

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Another place

We were completely surrounded. Bodies pressing into us, hands prying and violating; a crush of human flesh and bones. The ATM's had been emptied out days before, so we had stashed as much cash as we were able to withdraw underneath our clothes, to tide us over. The air thick with the mixture of sweat, …

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