INVISIBLE CHILDREN/KONY
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Refugee Camp Day after dayRefugee Camp by ~xEmoMuffinx
Nothing changes
We wait.
Caught in limbo,
The sparks of youth are lost
Even in children.
The sparks of hope
Live no more.
With nothing to call our own
We'd cry
But we lack the strength
Even to weep.
When the darkness sets
Closes in around us
We'd suffocate
But we have long since lost our breath
Our voice.
Members of authority come and go
Speaking of Utopias
Unreachable.
Slowly (for time doesn't move),
We forget our names
Why we are here
Where we came from
Who we are.
All is dust.
Sometimes,
The stillness kills me.
(But am I already dead?)
We wait.
Nothing changes
Day after day


Inevitability She had no choice.Inevitability by ~xEmoMuffinx
Lady Amelia stood by her bedroom window, watching blankly as the Duke's carriage left the courtyard. She knew she was supposed to be happy. Slowly, she turned away and approached her bedpost, leaning against it for support. Her throat clenched up; she wanted to cry.
But she didn't.
***
Five days.
Five more days, until until
Amelia sighed, and re-read her letters. She had had them pretty well memorised by now, but there was something strangely comforting in drowning in Reginald's words. She hadn't seen or even heard from him in a month.
He must have found out.
She looked up at the light gre


Learn to Savour, To Let Go prologueLearn to Savour, To Let Go by ~xEmoMuffinx
Staring at the ceiling as you trundle by, you think to yourself what a pity it is to have to leave the world at the peak of your life. There is so much left to do, so much left to see, to experience.
You want to curse that reckless, cowardly P-plater.
Then you hear buzzing noises, but your vision is hazy, and you can't match shifting shadow to muffled voice.
You do have a general idea of what's happening around you though. You feel someone brush your cheek, and you can recognise his warm touch immediately. The hand is soon gone, as you are wheeled away (much to your discontent).
Bright lights shine painfully above you, and you c
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