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The office was a compilation of small wooden desks overflowing with piles of paperwork. Scattered around the room was the occasional water cooler and pieces of machinery that no one knew what were or how to use them, they just added to the office scene. The whole right side of the room was covered in windows casting out any shadows and they were usually the office's only source of light during the summer months. At the front of the office was Harold, a middle aged balding man, reduced to desk work when his wife wanted more quality time with him. To the left of Harold was Claire, a new girl that nobody knew anything about except that she was r

At the top of a long list of things that irritate me is Twilight. Although this may seem as though it's a generic 'Twilight is rubbish' rant- I can assure you, it's not. It's actually about how modern day literature (such as Twilight) promotes and influences grammatical inaccuracies in children and teens.  While this may not be about global warming or sexism it certainly is equally important. Just imagine a world where people say 'handsomer' and 'back the way they come'. Both handpicked from the international bestseller Twilight!Is this what the world has come to; an ever decreasing IQ score.  Not to mention how Stephanie Meyer single-handedl

How is it you sleep so peacefully yet I lie awake worrying- about you and about us .Incapable of sleep when all I can think about is you. Or at least who you've become. The soldier who left for war is not the man who came back home. Yet it still pleases me how you sleep so soundly when your waking hours are plagued by secrets you cannot share, by experiences to gruesome to tell and fears that you are too ashamed to voice. I can't sit you down like a child and kiss it better, I can't cure you with a plaster and I can't make it all go away. I can't even pretend to know what you've been through but what I can do is be there for you. Right now a

My legs burned but my feet carried me forward with the promise of empty pavements. Leaves crunched softly under my worn soled shoes. The road I walked felt dead beneath me although I was hardly one to judge; I wasn't sure how anything felt anymore as I finally approached the building I had been seeking. The large building that was my church loomed high above me, once a comforting structure, now an intimidating vessel that reminded me of my anguish, a magnificent building of holy worship .The oak doors suddenly seemed so far away, a place where I didn't want to be. I willed myself on and slipped into the chapel carefully closing the grand doo

I watched as the car window became clear and saw my face staring back. I stopped and looked intently into my eyes; an abyss of darkness and I was drowning. I shrank back in horror. Years of despair had washed my eyes away until there was nothing left but two matching deep, dark and bottomless pools filled with murky black waters that sucked me right in, until I was swirling and spinning pulled deeper and deeper-like water flushing down a drain, rainfall spilling into a gutter, I was falling, flailing and there was no way to stop it. No way to claw my way back. No way to spare myself from my limitless nightmare. I was drowning. I somehow kne