Unbroken  — Hitlerskiss Blog

You people just want to kill me. Another, by Charisi of the Hitlerkiss. She's amazing. Reassure us. Break, then change us from grotesque shadows of our former selves. Strain and watch the process with Your Eyes. You let us know of Your presence, that You would not leave us a minute too soon in the … Continue reading Unbroken  — Hitlerskiss Blog

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Shattered (A Long Short Story)

Sometimes death is not such a sad thing, its not the realisation that you have nothing to look forward to in this world anymore that matters, but that you have so much to on the other side. Akotowaa is an amazing writer, her characterisation in this one was through the roof, had to share this!

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This post is dedicated to Simeon Mark Cofie. It’s been like 10 months, but I’m sorry about the Rose Quartz.

image You see that fracture at the right side? Yep, there’s a piece missing. This is my inspiration for this particularly story. Why do tragedies breed beauty?

Shattered

Joshua Barth was dead. The word on the street was that he had died of starvation – at least, that’s what the doctor’s report said. “Died of starvation” was a bit euphemistic. “Starved himself to death” was perhaps the more accurate phrase.

Confining himself to his living room floor for days on end, he had deprived himself of food and water until all his vital organs had given up. His living room, to add irony to the matter, was situated right across from the kitchen, which contained a fully-stocked shelf of cupboards containing preservatives, a rather plentiful amount of food in his…

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…Best friends for life , arent we?…

A ray of sunshine, that still kind of leaves you sad. I’ve been someway about my future lately…I’m still alive though lol

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When I was growing up in the dusty streets of Mthatha I had a best friend her name was Bongeka, she lived next door to us. I loved her with all my heart .Naturally like best friends do, we did everything together, we went to the same primary school. I never noticed much difference between the two us, except that they had a huge house a TV room separate from the dining area and they would have bacon for breakfast every day. Now you have to know that this was in the nineteen nineties.

I had never tasted bacon in my life until I visited my friend’s house, I loved it so much my friend would even save her fathers for me, she would say “ Arg daddy doesn’t like a lot of bacon so I just wait for him to finish , the I will give you his left overs…

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Sam Quinn’s Success.

Deformedly Gracious

This is a story, entirely fictional, of a young boy who thought he was following his dreams.

Sam Quinn, a young aspiring artist, moved to the city. He did not visit the sites, he did not see the Queen, he simply stayed in his attic studio flat and painted.

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He had forgotten time. The only indicators of the days passed were the scarcity of clean socks in his drawer and the wall of free newspapers blocking the front door. Sam Quinn decided it was time to leave the house.

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He walked up and down Gallery Street and visited gallery after gallery, trying to get his work exhibited.

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But he was laughed out the door every time.

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Filled with grief and remorse, Sam Quinn returned to his attic flat and did the only thing he could do. He painted. He painted and painted in such a frenzy that he broke his paintbrush.

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And cut his hand.

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