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I've been touching wood a lot
because of recent vivid dreams
watched that dead baby's body rot
the world unravel at the seams

London's waiting up ahead
tapping at her watch

“Who is he calling a mope?” said Mr. Mulrooney.

“Pay him no mind, dear,” said Regina. “Perhaps he said mops.”

“No, Mother,” said Dickie. “It was definitely mopes.”

A low rumble pierced the silence. My eyes sprang open. Tara’s head rested on my shoulder, breathing slowly. I blinked multiple times and feared how long we had been asleep.

An ugly noise turns up in my dreams, and then I'm awake and slapping off my alarm. Seven o' clock. When I look at it again it's almost half past. Must have dozed off for a bit.

A man. Son of an athlete, son of a lover.

I know he can hear me. I want him to come out here. I think he can hear me. I don’t want him to come out here.

A story in 500-word chapters. All is not well in the afterlife.

"That bag weighs a ton, what on earth have you got in it?"

"Knives."

Three months, they gave you...

our daily bread

'Ascension', written 16 June 2013

old friend

memories of the old neighbourhood

Somer magic

NEW BOOK WHYDUNNIT KIND OF THING PLEASE READ!

These flowers are called poison teardrops due to their shape and their deadly poisonous flavour.

Legal Complication
P K Routray
Limbs transplantation
a scientific acclamation
Every limb of a dying man
reuse a surgeon certainly can
for the physical ability and joy

After leaving Meradith's home, Jay and Ben had
ridden Rainbow and Bracken like the wind...

Tom had dreams of his own but couldn't explain his dreams to anyone. He did know that he wanted to be free and to run with the penguins; or even have one of his own.

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