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Mr Sykes Magic Kite
Mr Sykes Magic Kite By Paul McCann On Dilly Dally Hill the wind blew fluffy dandelion seeds through the air . Mr Sykes walked slowly against the wind...
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The face is what forbids us to kill
“Harder! Much harder!” shouts the teacher. “You have to attack! You mustn’t wait! Faster, quicker, meaner! They can’t let you down! You must stay...
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The Bomb Shelter (chapter two, p 2)
Final part of chapter two.
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The Bomb Shelter (Chapter Two, p1)
And finally, here is chapter two. Please enjoy. Provide any feedback
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The Bomb Shelter (the remainder of chapter 1)
This is the remainder of Chapter 1, the start of which I posted about a month ago.
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On Civilization and Its Absence
As someone who was once a political leader, I affirm that our position is that we were coercively taken advantage of in the general situation- and...
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The Vale - Part 4 (Adam Believe)
I can remember the exact moment I saw Adam Berry. It was on the first day of secondary school and we had been instructed, via a letter in the post,...
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Curious
Light becomes dark Like a fleeting spark Life owns you Whatever you do Being yourself Can be an empty shelf A job is a toil We are the coil Time is a...
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The Patrolman - 33
Carruthers continued up Weidlake Drive toward the Reservoir.
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One of those days
One of those days I miss your smile I have to say what is life waiting for death but death in a distant room a far off place we live day to days good...
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The Late Hulk Hogan
He was a wrestler but he died and he's gone for eternity. He was a WWE Hall of Famer and he starred in Rocky III. He had giant muscles and Hulk Hogan...
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Ghigau 9 part 2
Sam stood, “Would you mind if I looked around the house? You can show me round if you have time.” Lenny looked taken aback at first, but then readily...
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Ghigau 9 part 1
DS Sam Tate climbed the four steps that took her to the Talbot’s porch and stood before the maroon, panelled door, wishing she had worn less clothing...
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Another
I am not writing this to write well, or to be right. I am writing it because I do not know what else to do. If we call ourselves, artists or writers...
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You are
Even though the only sound you hear is a melody of birds; the ratata of a distant woodpecker. Even though the coffee carried in plumes that play in...
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Hollyhock Tears Or Whispers Of Gods.
This poem is based on a Greek tale. When rain came and flowers grew, Pieuronian princess wept for her son, glazed eyes weakened by distress at what...
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The Vale - Part 3
Lori’s mother, Linda, is just leaving when I return to the cave. She is a lovely woman, warm, level-headed, unassuming and ever mindful of being in...
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Hear the children cryin'
Some mornings I wake from dreams that don’t announce themselves as dreams. They slip into the day like breath into fog. One in particular lingered...
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You are surprised as a published writer…
You are surprised, as a published author, by how many people have not read your book. You board a train, you look at all the faces as you walk down...
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on Artificial Intelligences
Throughout history, a corrupt and violent political classes seeks to rule the productive masses by persuading them of some form of all seeing, all...
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