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  1. Johnathan Colourfield
    It was the regional’s when it went to pieces. Ellie had broken down emotionally. She couldn’t take the pressure of the competiton and it broke her. She had to spend a good size of her time recovering at home. She only got an hour a day at the rink before she had to sit down and rest. Bruce had changed. He began to sleep around. He slept with men, women, dogs, cats. Anything with a hole. And he loved it. But he disappointed himself. He slept with each of the judges for the regionals. Sed
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    Heavily supported by her crutches she walked along the little padded walkway that the nurses had set up for her. She reached the end of the walkway and sat down on the chair. ‘I did it.’ Kathryn beams. ‘Congratulations sweetie.’ The nurse giggled. ‘You have a visitor.’ Ellie walked into the room and gave Kathryn a hug. ‘Hello darling. How are you doing?’ Ellie asked. ‘I’m great. Learning to walk. I know I can do it.’ ‘I’ve come to tell you something.' ‘What?' ‘I’ve given
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    There was a distinct noise coming from the dressing room whenever Bruce took a shower. People couldn’t tell if it was shrieking or singing. Of course it was the latter. Ellie stood at the door and knocked on it from outside. She wasn’t quite sure what the noise was but she had to knock. It was starting to piss her off… “I’ll be a minute” He finished up showering and then he continued to sing… “Shut up! We are trying to practice over there and all we can hear is your singing…” “Oh
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    “Where am I?” The lights buzzed in and out of Kathryn’s head, around in circles until she finally became focused on her situation. She was in the hospital. Her mother, Sandra, stared down from her above and spoke in her soft tone “You are in the hospital babe, nothing to worry about, just don’t try to move. You hurt your back really quite badly.” “I remember something…” Derek, her father jumped into the conversation “What do you remember?” “I remember a can being thrown on th
  5. Johnathan Colourfield
    Kathryn was a nationally renowned ice skater. But until that fateful night where her world collapsed she wondered if she ever was going to recover again. Add into this a drama queen and a jealous competitor and there you have Crossing Blades.
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    “I know I can do this… I have done it before and I can do it again…” She was doing her regular pep talk before the annual competition. A slightly shorter woman was stood behind her and started to talk to her. “Come on girl, you can do this remember what I told you…” “Yes I know, don’t fall on the toe taps and jump correctly”. “Fuck practice girl. This takes guts. It takes courage. It takes you to do this right.” “Thanks, coach.” “Why do you always call me coach? The name i
  7. Johnathan Colourfield
    Adam and Eve Wandering through the darkness of the Eden fields, his imagination was wandering through the trees and the fauna and the never-ending fields of heavenly grass. He could not find her. He could not see her. Nevertheless, He knew she was there. Eve was waiting for him in the corner of the fields, under the tree of knowledge, her mind wandering around, she knew she was told she could eat anything in the fields but never to eat from the Tree of Knowledge. Her honesty was being lost. T
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    The time went by, the ward loud of the chatter of visitors at the beds of patients, the stroke and cancer ward, nothing fancy, nothing antiquated, just an average ward. The clock on the wall made its final gesture. It made its request as things often did. It said it was time for the person lying in the dark cavernous hospital bed. Surrounded by several miserable characters, one woman, she had been in the hospital for nearly 6 months, broken neck and a stroke sufferer... she couldn’t even feed he
  9. Johnathan Colourfield
    18th May 2009 Dear Diary , Hi!!!!! I missed not writing to you for quite this long time. Oh my goodness, you are battered and bruised. You have been under here for ages. Locked in a case, so the memories that I had do not return to me at such short notice. I felt like I needed to get you out from your cavern of darkness, so that I could start within you once more and be able to have my chance at giving someone my emotions. Well , someone that won’t leave me or break me in any way. I doubt very
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    A Collection of Stories that i have written over my time at GA. Stories that are not quite a full length story :)
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    My Collection of poetry. Enjoy :)
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    The Future Is In Our Hands If the food of love is music, Then the food of hate must be lost tempo, If we lose tempo we lose track of it all, The world around us is lost… The world around us ceases to exist, The world will never stop for it so why let it play, Why continue the charade that is the world of music and the world of fake truth? Why do we keep the world as it is when we could go so much further? The future is in our hands. Is the world not a better place
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    In The Love of Hate and War The rain falling through the mortar drenched sky, along the dark lines of immoral combat that does not stop the amazement of the world... The design, not of expectation but through the rush of advance and the thrill of British battle, the world was unready for what was to come... In such a situation the vision was unclear although in the hearts they knew it was unjust. To fight for a cause of protection is just, To fight for a dream of domination is truly
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    The feeling of the skin, The adventure of the touch, The inevitable feeling of lips upon lips, Keeping control of your inner urges. The hands adventure, Beyond the barricades of society, You feel his breath lightly on your ear, His moans in true depth of the heart, Intertwined both physically and mentally. You run along his back with your hand, Until a gasp.. A retraction.. You brushed past the point.. The point of such suffering, The point of his only escape from life
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    Dimitri In the distance he could see the library, he could see the doors wide open but there was something wrong. There was something wrong with the situation. Something happened that shouldn't have happened. He swiftly became the dust that always started out at and arrived at the entrance and saw his beautiful Pharzuph midway through attacking a figure from his past. But it was impossible. He watched him die, he watched him lose his soul. How is he still alive? Or is he just suspended in fig
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    Dimitri He looked around the archive and thought, ’There is no longer use for this place.’ He looked down at his arm, the deck moving itself around his hand, begging him to use one of the cards. He felt affected by this movement, the psychosis of his cards were not to be trifled with but he decided to follow his instructions. As by his orders. He moved his hand uncontrollably towards the deck and summoned the phoenix. It began to burn the library into little smoulders of ash. Dimitri snapp
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    The Elderly Gentleman He watched a woman enter his library and he wondered, "No one ever comes to here, what is she doing here?". He watched his stooping place at the top of the spiral staircase. She walked deeper into the darkness and he followed her round the upper level still looking down upon her. He looked at her closely, he felt something, something had happened with this woman before but he couldn't recall what it was. He flicked a switch to open the shutters at the top of the centr
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    PART TWO Dimitri From the darkness, a figure appeared, his features obscured. He knew what he had to do, he knew what he felt he needed to do. Moving quickly to adopt his first position he raised a card from the ground and felt a sudden rush of energy... he knew this was what he was meant to do. Working swiftly, moving between each of death's inevitable blows, he was remarkably swift in comparison to earlier; the cards must be influencing his ability, this could not have been, could it? H
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    The Elderly Gentleman He shuffled the cards two by two, much like Noah’s ark, the animals walking up the plank of wood heading towards a new world ready for the taking. However this world wasn’t what they were expecting. This brought a whole new meaning to the inevitable word. He looked at his deck whilst walking down the busy high street. Entertained. Engorged. Enthralled. He was going to kill someone. He had not planned it. It didn’t matter who or what it was. He felt the urge; the urge to
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    There is only one inevitable thing. They say you are your true self moments before it. Lets see if it is true. Discover the lives of so many ethereal beings and the love story that has lasted throughout the generations. This is the search for the ultimate host and the lost long love between two entities. This is the story of Semyaza, Ishtahar, Death and The Unamed Woman. It tells of hate, control, destruction and most importantly love.
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    A story of the solitary girl, her brother and his partner, and how the partner seized the day but with drastic consequences.
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    A Solitary Kiss by johnathan_colourfield On top of a rusting cliff a woman stood staring out into the abyss. The dithered tree has more a pleasing sound than what the birds were making that day. The day had come that she never expected, the day someone took her thoughts and completely rearranged them, with one kiss. She stared at one thing and one thing only. Her brother in law. He walked away as nothing happened. Little did he know that he had just affected her in a way that sh
  23. Johnathan Colourfield
    A love poem about two simple things, the first and last kisses.
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    Guiding Lights by Johnathan Colourfield Within each kiss a light begins to shine The first kiss, A blind light, each party never quite sure, Till one makes the move, However gentle, However meaningful, It’s the one that lasts forever. You stay there, Your lips connected, No murmur that could ruin that perfect moment. The boy you kiss may have kissed before, May have explored beyond the mere barrier of the first time And yet he finds himself completely surrender
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    Some people just don't fit in.
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