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Lungs
Lungs Sand, paper and dust, raging fires beneath the surface a giant’s footstep on the back black ink dripping down the throat tears (un-)spilled and blood longing for air. Sand, paper and dust, shredded and broken a prizefighter’s punch in the chest lifeless wings unfolding in a storm shattered lungs and a breath never…
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Garden Visitors
On the weekend I took my camera to the roof garden to maybe capture some of the regular visitors but of course only two made an appearance…
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Hungry?
A few days ago I spotted a squirrel stuffing himself with seeds. It was poor luck I had my camera with me…
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7-Days Writing Challenge
Since I’ve got more time to focus on my writing at the moment, I am starting a new email newsletter for everyone who likes writing, is looking for a challenge or wants to start something new: 7-Days Writing Challenge. I’ll send it out every Monday, it’s free and offers you a writing exercise for every…
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Virginia by Jessica Holzhausen
Originally posted on Ephemeral Elegies: It is dark in here and my fingers touch stone, a hollowed cave beneath tons of rock. How did I get here? I can guess. ‘You,’ I say, an accusation in my voice. ‘You showed me the cave. You’ve let me in!’ But it was me who sealed the exit.…
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Moon over lake at night
One of my favourite paintings. I finished it while being stuck in self-isolation and dreaming about midnight walks. Like my work? Keep my brain working with some coffee: https://ko-fi.com/jessicaholzhausen
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In a Frozen Field (2017) – Short Story
Where am I? Do my eyelids stick together or is it entirely dark? Have I gone blind? I can still smell it: a mixture of moss and disinfectant. It smells of illness, pain and freedom. It is the smell of being reborn once again, of saying goodbye just to be greeted by familiar faces –…
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Zombie – A Short Story
A mask made of disgrace and decay covers my face. I am the worst of my wandering nightmares. I am a killer of men. I tear up their warm bodies, rip away their flesh and bury my hands deep in their chests. I squeeze their hearts until no life is left; I shred their veins…
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Reset – A Short Story
‘Liar!’ she said. ‘You are a liar!’ ‘You are killing me!’ ‘I want to hate you. Why can I not hate you? Please make me hate you!’ Later, she listened to what friends had to say. They gave good advice: the pain will pass; the suffering will go away. You just have to endure; you…
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Death after Midnight – A Victorian Ghost Story Murder Mystery for 7-9 Players
Best played by candlelight only The Background Story: There was a silent scream at night, soon drowned in darkness and endless hallways, the fear of the dying woman evaporated when she took a last shuddering breath floating mid air, before her skull smashed unto the marble floor and her neck bent and broke. They…
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Jessica Holzhausen - Writer & Artist 