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Hollow Games

“Can you please stop chewing so loudly.”

I shoot a contemptuous glance at Adrian, begging the fresh coffee he sips to scald his vocal chords useless. I throw him a crooked smirk and take my next bite with exaggerated caution, as if his words had put me on mute…

June 17th 1978

Sometimes Irene Carvalho wondered if she was brought into this world only to see herself fade.

While everyone around her went about their normal lives as mundane shapes and colours, she remained still, and somehow untouched by the moving of time...

This article contains amateur poetry written in verse (barring the two short ones at the end). Of writing poetry, I have the following to say. Firstly, it is surprisingly difficult. Secondly, writing poetry feels weird. Lastly, whilst I thought trying my hand at poetry was extremely enjoyable, sometimes I felt like abandoning it all and writing an article about something easier and, more importantly, less personal.