Pick of the day
Opsimath
Posted by Alfie Shoyger on Tue, 25 Sep 2018
(Kyrielle):
I twist and twist and twist for yards
then leap like those in leotards...
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The Toll Booth Problem
Posted by The Other Terre... on Sat, 15 Sep 2018
I was woken early one morning by a hammering on my back door. I quickly dressed and rushed downstairs where I found Alun holding ladies clothing."I've brought you this dress, Jed," Alun said. "A nice flowery one. I think it's your size, perhaps a tad loose."
"That's very kind," I said, being as polite as possible, "But I don't wear dresses. I prefer shirts and trousers."Read more
Poem of the week
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Story and Poem of the Week and Inspiration Point
If I were to list honourable mentions for this week's Poem of the Week, I would literally be here for hours and I can't spare the time as I need to find my train ticket for York, so just read everything with a cherry on it and you won't miss out on what's been a...
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Story and Poem for the month of August very kindly chosen by Rhona Miller (love_writing):
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Story and Poem for the month of July very kindly chosen by Alex Smith (london_calling79):
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Picks of the Month
Brooklyn Heart
Posted by Michael Valentine on Thu, 30 Aug 2018
The sunlight glare on the mirror washed out James Eliot's nineteen-year-old face making his eyes pale and translucent.
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The Art of Invisibility
Posted by Rosa Cruz on Sat, 25 Aug 2018
She mastered the art of invisibility
when he roared home from the pub
knuckle missiles heat-seeking
her mother, the furniture or her.
She ghosted along corridors
fear scything heart and nerves;
she learnt to breathe silently,
not speak, laugh or cry out loud.
At mealtimes she’d shrink into the chair,