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My gothic story

All I could do is curl up on the floor but it only delayed the inevitable, there was no way to stop the bone rotting cold from seeping into my helpless body and soul I cant be certain but I have the sensation of slowly slipping into the merciless depths of hell, as my eyes closed I could see the blurry eyes of ghouls standing over me.

They kneeled down ripping my sorry body apart my guts and blood filled my vision, I tried to screem but nothing came out…………

I woke to a puddle of sweat in my bed the frosty winds blowing through the tiny gap in my window.

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Elsie's close-ups of sea shaped sculptures

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Elsie's close-ups of sea shaped sculptures

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Joab's amazing video with underwater effect for a perfume

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Joab's amazing video with underwater effect for a perfume

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Flo's: Reduce Resue Recyle Refuse Rethink

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Flo's: Reduce Resue Recyle Refuse Rethink

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Otto's imqarrun il-forn - Maltese baked pasta dish

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Otto's imqarrun il-forn - Maltese baked pasta dish

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Eliza's Close-ups of coral and sea shaped sculptures

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Eliza's Close-ups of coral and sea shaped sculptures

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Zoe's mermaid in dry for wet studio set!

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Zoe's mermaid in dry for wet studio set!

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The authenticity.

“I see the authenticity” cooed the Woman who stared at the art displayed in the window,

Little did she know that the art was a facade: a mask made for her to think so,

As it was me who made the art,

And me only who knew that I had made the art with no thought nor joy,

Only the words and symbols of the people gone by who told me to

“paint as if from the heart”

I know now why the ask me to do so:

They are no better than me,

Only surface level is what they choose to see,

If only they saw how it is for us,

We do not think, feel or touch,

Maybe if they knew what it is like,

They would exercise their abilities to create with authenticity that is true,

How long will it take for them to follow through?

A poem that questions how similar we are to AI.

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Harvey's brilliant biography on Charles Leclarc!

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Harvey's brilliant biography on Charles Leclarc!