Waves

We rise and fall like waves.

Waves we thought would be here forever can crash at any moment.

So can you.

So cherish this wavey life while it rolls.

And surrender when it dies.

– Adam Oakley

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The Blueprint

Forget what they told you
you should be.
A man living in the blueprint of another
is like a snake trying to slide into another’s dead skin.
Forge your own way,
your own path,
your own sound,
your own voice,
flavoured by those you’ve admired,
but never governed by it.

– Adam Oakley

Try

“Don’t try” – Charles Bukowski.

There is a balance between turning up, willing to work, and then being open enough for creativity to flow through you, rather you trying to control it

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The Artistry Of Benjamin Banks

A story for adults only. Viewer discretion is advised.

When Barry and I saw her, we were dumbstruck. I remember I couldn’t actually think, nothing was rising up in my mind, and I just watched her, completely dumbfounded, like I had never seen a woman before. She was walking in our direction, with sunglasses on, along the sand of the beach, with her hand in her hair, ruffling it as she was walking. Her hair was long and brown, and her skin was dark and golden, and her body was a perfect curved-lined perfection, lightly and revealingly dressed as she sunk into the sand, foot by foot, sinking just a little as she walked. Barry was never one to say anything to a woman. He was worse than me. He became small and shy and afraid, like he might burst if one came too close to him. Sometimes I was like that as well, but I knew I would be plagued with regret if I didn’t at least do something to get her attention.

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Amateurs – Part 2

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I checked my gun again and pushed open the door that had its own unique bell attached to it. It rang innocently. I made my way to the magazines, whilst checking every aisle of the little shop for this person who had left their engine running. I couldn’t see them. I could only see the shopkeeper standing behind the counter. A small man, he looked like an old Thai boxer. He looked a bit odd, just standing there, still, looking straight ahead. I thought he might have been half-asleep seeing as it was so late, but as I focused in on his face, his eyes were looking directly into mine. And they were wide. Wider than they should have been. His mouth looked tense, like he was under some sort of threat and hoping I could be his salvation. He had the familiar look of fear that I had seen in shopkeepers’ faces over recent weeks.

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Amateurs

My heart was beating faster than usual. I couldn’t help it. I still, after four times of doing this, could not control my own bloody nerves. The more I argued with them, the harder they seemed to grip me, until I could feel the muscles in my arms quivering as I clung to the steering wheel.

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Ageing

I was becoming fed up of struggling. I realised on that bed that I had been struggling my whole life. When I was born I was struggling to stay in, to stay in the comfort of that womb that protected me from the world, and once I was forced to leave, there were responsibilities I had to take on.

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The Healybug – Part 3

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The next morning, around 8am, the doorbell rang, Jeremy was woken up and decided to just leave it. Madeline had a key, and anyone else could just leave a note if it was that important. But the doorbell kept ringing. Four times it rang, until Jeremy heard the door being opened. He sprang out of bed just wearing his boxer shorts and he burst onto the upstairs landing, to see Madeline walking in with her key in the door, followed by Dr Fobwell. “I’m so sorry about this, perhaps they are asleep,” Madeline said, as she shut the door behind them. “I’ll go up and see if they are awake.”

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