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though the serpents hiss and the Gods hurl bits of hell I'll eat this apple

Hidden.

I am revulsion Look to me. I am deception Lift my veil. I am treachery See past my shroud, To the real me. Be stunned By what I have become. You are love. I look at you And see integrity,

Me and Mr Debussy

Hung over, in the health centre. A broken bridge in this florescent rectangle. i'm gazing at a ceiling, designed by a minimalist. My head screams. My eyes drip. The caffeine addicts,

DELICIOUS WOMAN

Oh, she isn't real ' thank goodness!

Sweat on the Drizzle

We fold and crisp bone leaves and twig trees now scored skeleton crack claw then a row from the crows who screech impeachment we breathe hard on the bark then hack verged tarmac

Shattered glass 2

Young, traumertized and black.
Cherry

A MAN WHO WAS DONKEY

as uyou wish
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Crime Doesn't Pay

"UGHnh!" Norman and Thomas are crushed into their seats by the twenty G force of the launch. Aryer and Vingk are standing at the bottom of the wreckage that once was Prep Tower one. Aryer looks up through the trail of water vapor left by the ship. "I'm going to get him. I'm going to go up there, and kill him."

Big Star

Serampore is a small town in eastern India. It is situated on the banks of river Hubble. There is only one degree college in this town. Anit Dana lives in Serampore and is pursuing a commerce degree in Serampore College. He is a bright student and wishes to become a chartered accountant ultimately. Presently, he is in the second year of his course. He is now enjoying his winter vacation after a long period of examination. He got up quite late today morning. As he was leafing through the newspaper something caught his eye. It was an advertisement for a singing competition which was called 'Big Star'. Applications were being invited from boys and girls within the age of twenty-five. The winner would be given a hundred thousand pounds, a swanky car and a house. He would also be launched as a singer by means of an album. It was the opportunity of a life-time. The competition would be held in Calcutta. After speaking to his parents Anit decided to send his application. He had learnt music since the age of five. But singing had been nothing more than a hobby. Now, a golden opportunity was knocking at Anit's door and he wanted to grab it with both hands. Seven days later Anit received a call from the organizers of 'Big Star'.

Friends

Dedicated to Anton. I quess we,ve all had one of those dreams that seems so real we question if it really happend or not. Feeling very uncomfortable, I questioned wether it was possible that I left the house, sleep walking or some thing? That idea was disconcerting enough but the thought of being with Anton was even worse. Most unerving of all was the feeling of being in love, to the extent it was overwhelming.

Blinded By Distance.

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Tristan und Isolde

Tristan und Isolde Kein Heil nun kann, kein süßer Tod je mich befrein von der Sehnsucht Not; nirgends, ach nirgends find' ich Ruh: mich wirft die Nacht dem Tage zu, um ewig an meinen Leiden

Justice of the Peace

...a bantam trail of red ink droplets dripping from the feathered pen onto the bare table top as he scrawled.

Don't Drink the Water

..."I save the company three hundred thousand dollars and I get a fifty dollar gift certificate for Taco Gong as a reward?

Christian Girl Meets Sexual Frustration

Hiding sexual frustration from everyone, even God.

The Past In the Present

This sophisticated woman is still stuck in that rut

A Short History of the National Pastry Reserve

A Short History of the National Pastry Reserve by Col. Clem Butterworth MBE (deceased), Warden of the King's Pasties (both Cornish and Devon) for The Worshipful Company of Bakers.

Tragic Endings

This is just a story I wrote one day 'cause I was bored. I'm not sure I like it that much, though. It's a sappy, Romeo and Juliet type story, but with a slight twist. Enjoy!!

Last Journey

Last Journey All you have to do is come for me, like the evening comes, held by trees, all protective and all tenderly. Bring your softness in an orange fleece, sweet with birdsong, darkening, nocturnal,

Scenes

The trees rustled in the breeze, making him think of the gentle precursor to an alien invasion.

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