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before and after i drink a glass of water post unplanned nap

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Huntress

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Zoo Tycoon: Dinosaur Digs

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This is a marathon, not a sprint.

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to all my writer friends out there.

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Sorry, imma pre order the most expensive version of Horizon: Forbidden West I can.

pls love yourself and stop pre-ordering aaa games

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A school of fish following a duck

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Horizon: Forbidden West - Playstation 5

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Chapter 1 of 'Memoirs of Mike, A Survivor of the Zombie Apocalypse' is now up on my Wattpad account.

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some uk petitions to sign you may not have seen:

suspend uk export of tear gas, rubber bullets and riot shields to usa

justice for belly mujinga

battle racism by updating reading lists at gcse

make white privilege and systemic racism a compulsory part of the british education course

uk parliament condemn the violence against peaceful blm protesters by the us police/military

more protection for black trans women uk

uk government must condemn trump's response to george floyd's murder #speakupboris

investigate the death of sheku bayou in police custody

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Done some baking!

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I released the first chapter in a new Wattpad story, American Ghost Unit is a comedy about a ghost hunting reality show that encounters real paranormal events: https://www.wattpad.com/897486116-american-ghost-unit-chapter-1

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A little story I wrote from the above prompt from @writing-prompt-s.

A clock chimes 12 times somewhere in the little village on the edge of the Yorkshire moors, this far out from a city the only lights are a few streetlamps spotted around the village and the bright full moon in the clear sky. The lack of winds causes the whole village to sit in an eerie stillness, not even a car driving down the main road.

One of the few lights in the area comes from a country house sat just a little apart from the rest of the village. The old house is surrounded by a loose stone wall, stones missing like a wide smile with rotting teeth. A cat meows rings out across the moors, the only sounds that can be heard. In the one lit window 2 shadows one smaller than the other move around slowly.

The two brothers play pool in the billiards room. An old but well-kept room with wooden floors and walls. Above an old stone fireplace, a large antiquey looking mirror hangs reflecting the two boys playing pool.  The sound of billiard balls clacking against each other echoes around the room as the two boys converse in hushed tones.

“Come on, aren’t you a little old to have an Imaginary Friend?”

He was right, but it seemed so real “I Guess…”

“so maybe make some real friends, ones who don’t have scaly skin and forked tongues”

I stopped in my tracks, feeling like I had just been submerged in freezing water, a chill running down my spine and my breath caught in my throat “I Never told you what it looks like.”

A child’s voice, little more than a whisper echoes around the room in a singsong voice “He can see us, he shouldn’t be able to see us.”

Seeming to have not noticed the voice he replies casually “No, you have told me before.”

The child’s voice repeats in a much more hurried pace “He can see us; he shouldn’t be able to see us.”

“Do you hear them?” I whispered to him.

“There is no them, they’re just imaginary” He shouts, waving his arms around the room.

The Childish voice turns harsh “He doesn’t like us. He wants us gone, don’t let him get rid of us”

My brothers face turns paper white, his fist clench and he swallows a lump in his throat, clearly he was lying about not seeing them. Why does he pretend not to see them, does he really want to hurt them?

“Don’t let him get rid of us, don’t let him take us away from you.” The voice of my friends was now whispered just into my ear.

He can’t take my friends from me; I need them, and they need me. They have always been here for me; why would he want to hurt them? They were always there for me, through the worst of times.

They got rid of all my bullies and stopped my dad from hurting me and scared him away. Now my brother, the only other person that has always been there for me wanted them gone. It didn’t make sense, they protected me.

“Okay, maybe I was wrong,” My brother tells me, his voice shaking “either way it’s fine. Look, I’m off to bed now, night buddy”

He practically ran out of the room, slamming the door behind him and his quick footsteps echoed throughout the house as he ran upstairs.

“He wants us gone, don’t let him send us away”

“Come on, aren’t you a little old to have an imaginary friend?” He was right, but it seemed so real. “I guess…” “So maybe make some real friends, ones who don’t have scaly skin and forked tongues.” I stopped in my tracks. “I never told you what it looked like.”

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You can read some very rough earlier work from many years ago here. As well as The Prologue to my most recent free ongoing story 'Memoirs of Mike, A survivor of the Zombie Apocalypse'.

https://www.wattpad.com/user/MickyAnsell