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You possess the X factor; That something spectacular. An essence that you've just got, It's strikingly boiling hot. It makes me want to touch you,...

Some day you will understand, The way I feel for you. Some day you will truly know, Because you'll feel it too.

Can you feel the burning need, That I often feel for you? Can you feel the growing warmth, Can you feel it glowing too? Can you feel the thrilling...

Darts with the brothers

This story has it's origins in a request from a woman I have never met, never spoken to, and don't even know really exists. She called herself Katrinia and asked, no insisted, that I tell her the story behind a poem I have posted on this site and others (FJWSMB). Over a two-week period last August I wrote and emailed it to her in bits. It came to about 18,000 words. Since then I have expanded it, encouraged by friends on ABC and elsewhere. The most recent reader has bullied me in the last week to post the story on this site. As it now extends to a little under 50,000 words and is growing weekly, I hesitatingly agreed to post it in sensible chapters of approximately 3000 each. It has been written in 'first person', and mainly in journal style. The reason for this is that it was my intention to get all the relevant details and incidents logged, and then re-write it in 'third person' with more descriptive text and dialogue. The rather persuasive argument inflicted on me was more than I could withstand. It is still 'work in progress' and may eventually end up as I intended.

Revised, with an extra character, some Welsh and many, many more leeks!

A piece of flash fiction tracing the horrifying events in a third grade classroom.

I want to listen to you. So, express yourself to me. I want to understand you; Help my eyes see what yours see. Tell me your thoughts, your feelings...

Your presence is so beautiful, Like sunlight streaming as rain falls.