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NEWCASTLE CREATIVE WRITERS


Matt - The Station
The man peered over the edge of the station platform. The tracks stretched far away in either direction, converging at a distant horizon, eventually dissolving into a fog which seemed more like a memory than a mist. Everything was daubed in shades of grey, as if the world was bathed in ashen light. The air had a texture, almost palpable, settling on the palate with a thin, metallic zest. The atmosphere was eerie. Peaceful, yet hummed with mystery. A train rolled by with an un
Matthew McTeigue
Jan 204 min read
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