Tag Archives: childhood

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Posted on 03/04/2016 by writingbrussels

  Words are like…flowers. They will take your breath away, shut down your windpipe, sting you, burn you, dim your eyesight, scare you, exhaust you and finally terminate you. Too close. Watch them from a distance to sense their scent. Full of … Continue reading →

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Posted on 26/02/2016 by writingbrussels

Words are like…children. Inhibit them and you will never know what they might have grown up to. When words stand there –playing- not sure about their power, smiling to themselves, they look so imperfect, yet so divine. Later they mature … Continue reading →

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Now I lay me down to sleep

Posted on 09/06/2015 by writingbrussels

My name is Victor and I am 11 years old. I live in a place which is full of strange noises at night. My mum says it’s because our house is old and full of cracks which let the midnight … Continue reading →

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