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The tallest tree in the world (A fable)
Once upon a time, a little tree grew in a wood and the little tree had a great ambition. "I am going to be the tallest tree in the wood", it said...
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Just Past Three in the Morning (14)

My fault. The moment I heard about the incident, that was what I thought. All because of me, and my railing, and the beers I offered, the extra time...
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KENNETH GREENWELL (14 January 1944-17 April 2016): A Eulogy for My Father, Little Wanganui Hall, Karamea, New Zealand. April 22 2016.

Kia Ora Koutou, Whakapono e nga iwi ahau. Whakapono e Te Atua. Whakapono e te Aroha, e mo te katoa. Tena Koutou. Tena Koutou. Tena Koutou Katoa...
Tara
Tommy, after recently becoming unexpectedly single, is struggling to deal with how he wants to react and how society expects him to. As friends implore him to get back on the wagon the only fragments of solace he finds are 'conversations' with an app on his phone called 'Tara'. When he soon meets and begins to fall for a girl of a similar name, the situation becomes dangerously complex in Tommy's mind. (Snippet 1) I am new to abctales and having people read my stories so honest feedback is very welcome, thanks!
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Shall I be Mother? (Poetry Monthly)

Read tea leaves spilt across a china blue sky, shrieking like starlings, shifting their shape before you can decipher their under-the-weather-...
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Who I am; Where I come from Pt. 1
My parents met at a coffeehouse in Ashland, Oregon; My half-brother Jeremy spilled a bowl of cheerios and my dad Eric Nelson volunteered to help...
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Age Of Biotech
Across the Ailurian desert plain rode Astaroth the bioknight on the back of a strange, four wheeled, biolectric driven and spiky tailed animal called...
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Der Verschwundene (The Disappeared)

Unthank tweeted a prompt (yesterday, I think). This is what I ended up with...
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The Net Caster (Part Twenty-Six)

'It's government,' said Madam. 'They choose what they will and won't tell the governed. And in this case, they are completely and utterly right.'
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Happy Mother's Day, Mom - Part III

This is the fourth Mother's Day that has come around since you died. When you perished, I had to deal with a lot of pain on the inside. When you...
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Management embraces
Management Embraces P K Routray An embarrassment termed in the parlance of management as the theory of ninety and ten percent puzzle the man, the...
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The Guinness Book of Records Problem
I was woken early one morning by a loud banging on my back door. I quickly dressed and rushed downstairs to find Alun standing there with two...
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Between Shakeys And Home
Between Shakeys And Home By Paul McCann. Between Shakeys And Home By Paul McCann . Had the Shakeys on Ruby Street . The sign read San Antonio ,...
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“Get me out of here!”

They say you are not, or don’t care, no intervening Lord …
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I dreamt of you last night
Your eyes had not the flinty hue they wore by day but were the gleaming blue of bed instead. I saw but the top of your head, as always your mouth...
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Just Past Three in the Morning (13)

It was itching now. A sign of healing? So that should make him feel better. All it really made him feel was like tearing those three stitches out...
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Two Legs
“I don’t have any legs,” he said. At first I didn’t understand him, we were running quite quickly and I’m not used to running and talking at the same...
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Just Past Three in the Morning (12)

He walked home, thinking about Heather. He didn't know why he was doing that. It wasn't as if he was trying to get her into bed or anything –...
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The Lost (Poetry Monthly)

Committed to memory black and white shot through with orange fire blood red stay forever burnt into retinas dna-cid melting white-hot-wired to the...
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Evergreen, where do you belong? (Song)
1. Evergreen, where do you belong? Are you Winters child or the Summers son? 2. Drape yourself in the falling snow but cold coloured clothes cannot...
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