Holly Anne Fairden

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  • My life is the last thing close to perfect. Although, from the surface a lot of people would disagree with you. All they see though, is the surface. Not the real me, not who I am. I put on a mask and I have no idea who I am.1
    500 words, December 5, 2009
  • I tightened my jaw and clenched my fists. The yellow, dying grass under my feet crunched underneath my weight while a soft breeze chilled my skin. I trembled, but only for a moment. I couldn’t believe this was really happenin
    1100 words, September 13, 2009
  • Coat hangers swung back and forth, clanging up against each other as they swayed from the quick gust of wind that the door had produced as
    1000 words, August 8, 2009
  • Outside I could hear the ringing of bells as somewhere a clock struck on the hour. I didn't know the time and I didn't count the bells. Eac
    200 words, June 6, 2009

My Poetry

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  • The Door at allpoetry
    Fallen onto the sheets,
    a gasp of air and unsure thought.
  • In All You Do at allpoetry
    How are you, my darling?
    How do you do in all you do?
  • Rememberance at allpoetry
    each day that passes is a blur.

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