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You just have to find your “easier”

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“Nothing is as important as passion. No matter what you want to do with your life, be passionate.”

-Jon Bon Jovi

Can I ask you a question? Can I ask you three? Can you dive deep into your soul and heart and find a beautiful answer? If you finish this piece, would you be able to comment on your experience with deliberating such an image?

If so, I thank you for your co-operation.

Here it goes…

What will life be without passion? What will life be without fire in our bellies? What will…


Try relying on your memory for once

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I don’t know about you, but I am not one for selfies. I don’t mind them. It is just I don’t always think I need to take one. If I do take one, it will be an occasion that is unique to me: on holiday or spending time with a special human.

That is it really. However, it is still rare I feel the need to whip out my phone, disrupt the conversation and make it awkward. Now we both need to smile. Even if we don’t want to.

Now the conversation has lost its momentum. Yup, it annoys me…


Coffee, eavesdropping on conversations, people-watching, fellow writers — what is not to love?

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Long long ago, there was a man who only wrote at home. He enjoyed it, loved it — he could not live without it. He could not think of any other place he’d rather be. He savoured the stillness and the four walls which sometimes whispered their ideas to him.

Until one day, he was introduced to the coffee shop. He was introduced to the laptop-carrying crew and the lone wolves who sat and gazed at their laptop screens for hours in the corner. …


I will never forgive myself for abandoning you

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I first met you when we were four

I cannot remember much from that time, but I am sure they were filled with happiness. Like the majority of people, childhood memories cause me to smile and sometimes shed tears. For me, tears threaten to make an entrance. For me, the tears come from thinking of you.

Tears of happiness. Tears of nostalgia. Tears of missing what used to be.

You were special, my friend. You were like a brother to me. You were quiet. You were someone who was a mystery to many. When my other friends met you, they thought you were strange. …


It shows the writer you actually appreciate their efforts — you will be rewarded too!

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When we first step through the doors of this platform, we are immediately welcomed by an ocean of talent. It can be exciting. It can be scary. It can be damn right intimidating. However, we desire one day to be like the top guys and gals who deliver quality regularly. I am one of them.

We dream of the money (maybe) they may or may not make. We dream of their army of followers. We quickly feel competitive and yearn to punch our way to the top.

We feel the only way we can do this is to write stories…


If people didn’t already have other things to worry about

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So, here I was. I was relaxing in my front garden; the sun was high; the sky was blue — no clouds were present. I was dressed in nothing but a vest top and boxer shorts. No way was I wearing full-length clothing.

The birds flew above while the pollinators worked hard around me. It was a lovely sight. It was calming to listen to. The majority of the time, I just sat and stared at the adorable little bees getting on with their duties; I watched as they shot off to report back to the Queen.

Summer is beautiful…


A chaotic play with words

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An abomination devours our grounds and screams out its outlandish sounds. The mothers and fathers of the children hurriedly scream out for their young. The skies that darken will not be forgotten as a mouth so wide wishes to bargain.

Do we solve such bleak futures with a device that shows no difference? With screensavers, thrill-seekers and damn-right attention pleaders — we can not hide from the ones that thrive on such expectations.

We leave our houses to search for answers only to be bombarded by virtual monsters — their masters stand behind their slaves…


A chaotic play with words

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A tragic face dances around the golden world of elation — it seeks nothing further than to escape the gloom. It reaches out his tongue, but a shield blocks it from entering — your depression isn’t welcome in a world of euphoria.

They skip and slide as the pink flowers subside, their cheerful facades ignore the bizzares, but suddenly look upon the unwelcomeness. Their world is changing as their blinks are creating an avalanche of a changing heart. Like a flick-page film that doesn’t underwhelm — a blackness is only waiting.

A pessimistic face is unwelcome to their race as…


I wanted to die, but you stopped me

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It happened one late evening. I was going through a lot of shit in my head. I was contemplating how to end my life and when I was going to do it. I already knew the how. I now needed the when. I needed the perfect time. When you’re a planner like myself — it is a must.

I needed a sign. A sign that told me it was worth staying alive. Anything would have done. I guess this was the evening where that sign occurred.

I was walking back from a friend’s house. We had just finished recording a…


Note to self: comfort zones are bad for you!

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14 years ago, I was 20 years of age. 14 years ago, I got a call from my mum. I had accomplished something awesome: I had landed a job. I was now a cleaner for the National Health Service (NHS). I was ecstatic. Over the moon.

It wasn’t great, but it was something. It was a three-hour, part-time role and gave me a little money for myself. I also thought of it as a stepping stone.

Not long after, I thought I would be a full-fledged adult with a career he loved.

How naive I was to ponder that. Nothing…

Aiden Riley

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