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Jack and Jill - Pt. 1

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A Family Tree

By Alexzander Turner Contact: alexzanderturner@hotmail.com A Family Tree Tomorrow she comes and with her, hope and redemption Are scarce yet tangible. Her fruit stills and remains mysterious, Ripened or young, Plucked from the branch unknowingly And squeezed. Nourished by lake with mineral and life, Nourished by dirt with decay and death Her mother grew and grew, Her father flew to her mother and died Parting his soul in two. Now grievous widow upset and gnarly Glistening her bright green leaves in cold spring sunlight Carries heavy burden to her daughter Who falls from overweight innards guising as sweet flesh Constantly fed by Mother. Fat and round was the widow’s labour, Obese, rotund, bulging, Heavier and heavier became burden, Heavi

Shared Memories and P.T.S.D.

By Alexzander Turner Contact: alexzanderturner@hotmail.com Just a quick little short story I wrote - as always, let me know what you think, and be brutal with any feedback. Shared Memories and P.T.S.D. Pt. I I'd arrived home exhausted and parched from my nine-to-five at the local supermarket and had strolled into the kitchen to grab something to drink when I heard the lock of the front door shuffle, crank and click. I lived in a small three-bedroom semi-detached house with my mum, although this was far too early for Mum to be coming home, I thought – she wasn’t due back from the offices where she worked for another hour-and-a-half, almost two, and the thought of the only other person it could’ve been, the only other who had a key to this house, made me startle, turn towards the door and freeze with fear. I stared wide-eyed and mouth agape as the only thoughts running through my h

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Hi all, Welcome to The Expressive Introvert! Feel free to read or post your own work. Wherever you are, grab a snack and a drink, sit back and enjoy. Lolly

Jack and Jill - Pt. 1

By Alexzander Turner Contact: alexzanderturner@hotmail.com This is the first part of a four-part story. Please let me know what you think in the comments, and be brutal with any feedback. Jack and Jill Pt. I “Fuck” says Private Ryan. He’s looking through the dense forest at the ruined Italian houses, broken to rubble and split apart, just beyond the large stone fountain at the base of the forested hill you’re trawling through. “What is it?” you say. “I saw people down there” “Where?” “There in the street“ says Private Ryan as he lets go of his rifle with his left hand, letting the nozzle drop down a little as his right hand struggles to hold its weight, and points towards the destitute village. A tall statue of a naked woman, covered in moss, brick dust and bullet wounds poses in the centre of the fountain and blocks your view of most of the street. “There it is again!” he says. “W

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