“Write a story set in a gallery or museum where only one item is exhibited.”

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The first chapter starts with a deep cold scream

Silence broken, new life enters our spheres

Reality so harsh, living no dream

To cope with life, a mask always appears

Always smiling, playing along good boy

No one loving lonely actor on stage

A mask causing fateful ending of troy

Oh why never looking behind the page

Giving performances, chasing applause

Losing yourself, forgetting wh...

Wish I could just fly away

wings

Somehow can’t lift off

broken

Maybe it will change tomorrow

no

Feel like a prisoner

escape

I can see no way out

trapped

How long will this madness last?

forever.

Can see them but they don’t hear me

desperate

No matter how loud I scream

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The bright white neon light pierced her skull like a bolt and burned on her eyes like drops of acid. It wasn’t so much the light but much more the smell that revealed the secret of where she was. The lingering odour of sanitiser filled the stuffy hospital room and it remained on her tongue like a thin film of oil. She did not feel her body, it was as if her limbs did not exist anymore, but there w...

You know them as villains

Yet human just like you and me

Destroyed hope for billions

But maybe it just had to be

A life in the garden

In harmony and perfect bliss

No need for a pardon

Still, is that really all there is

Soft hissing in the grass

Morning sun sparkling on spiked scales

A chance too good to pass

Snake throwing the world of its rails

“Trust me Eve, my dear friend

I will ne...

I know that most people don't like their job. I see them on the tube, dragging themselves to their miserable nine-to-five to pay off their mortgage. I look into their eyes, they are dead inside. They live for that Friday afternoon feeling, a few hours when everything is okay. Well, I hate my job. I hate it with a passion. I hate it so much I think about leaving it every minute of every day, all ye...

The shrill sound of the alarm clock pierced my skull much earlier than usual. You might think that I hit the snooze button, but I did not. I do not hit snooze, I am not that guy, I am the guy who gets things done. Like every morning, I got up without hesitation, made my bed, had a black cup of coffee no sugar, took a four-minute-and thirty-second-long ice-cold shower and visualised my day. This da...