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The Cat on the Mat

20 minute flash fiction written for 'Bloomsbury Comp'

Rose

Don't you know that roses don't spread that sweet aroma any more, the scent poets strew so lavishly, that magic ingredient which no girl can resist...

Diary of the Damned: Prologue: Already Dead

Shelly is worried about her brother. His life seems to revolve around nothing but college; no sex life, no dating. When she sponataniously goes to visit him, his reasons for this become clearer. . . but will they destroy their relationship?

friendship forgotton

to the girl who didnt and doesnt value my friendship

Hurrah For the Good Life.

Life is what you make of it!
Cherry

Blooms Bury

Competition entry

Before a concert

Soon you'll be wrapped around me, arms encircling my waist like branches, the whole being of you fluttering inside the memory of my eyes. Little...

Monsoon

Outside the ivory step My tuskless elephant wheezes and pours golden wine from her back. I must arrest the rain: for she is slowly drowning.

Witch Craft

the difficult craft
Cherry

Mirrorball

Who's the fairest of them all?

The ocean that's known as emotion

Far down the road from happiness There lies a deep dark ocean Which people have come to love &;amp; hate Its name, they call it emotion The waves...

Decision

The only thing I've dreaded Is that fate be rested in my hands Like a sword given to a Kight To kill a dragon &;amp; free the land I cannot make...

At night

for Dan

Through a glass

Some nameless voices from a conflict

Burning the Clocks

We chase time through half-lit steets and play catch up by a sludge black sea where it waits, glowing bright in the face of its funeral pyre. Time is...

Small Absences

The small absences pierce the deepest. A couple's casual public caress. The lover's right of touch. The waking to an empty bed. The bathroom clear of...

Lazy Summer Days

A poem about the hedgerows and meadows in an English summer.

Memories of the Night

All the magic and wonder of a first date, and then some.

Wiped Out In One Shot

Lacking sence, overflowing with pointless detail and driven by unsetteling sensations...must be a nightmare.

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