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(This Life) Part 4: The Neighbour’s Wife
to be part of, to see, to be
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Disenchantment 48
***** Normally quite aloof and stoic, this place was even getting to Hornblende. All he thought real, all he believed about life and death, was...
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Not a Fairy Tale
Stoking the fire means warmth for hiking on a very cold day pasted to a northern wind. A deer poking his head through flailing flakes shows there is...
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Mr Smelly (2)
One day, a singular event happened which galvanized the attention of the town. A young woman who lived on the estate, Layla Spruce, went missing...
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Mr Smelly (1)
First draft of a new story, mainly written today - so it may need some tinkering... (image credit - my own)
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Martin Luther King
Martin Luther King Day Martin Luther King Day is celebrated every January 15th in America as a national holiday. Most people like me, who are of a...
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Slipping The Escort
As a dedicated peer of the realm I am so dedicated to my work that I am prone to overlook my own concerns. Which is how I found myself in the Chief...
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Beneath This Broken Headstone
Father Percival was minding his business when Joss Aitken burst into the church, shouting excitedly. "I've found a slug. I've found a slug." Joss was...
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THE HUT
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THE HUT As Anita slowly walked lazily, kicking the pebbles on the pavement, singing a song, she laughed at herself for her merriment. She was...
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A Spelling Bee
A bee in one's bonnet.
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THE FIRST ANGEL 5
Could be dark clouds ahead -- not just from the snow
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near Orcop
4/1/22 Circling the hill, half way up, soft mud track high above the Herefordshire plain lumpy hills criss-cross it here and there and far north the...
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Only She
She finishes his body to perfection, Chopping, sculpting flesh, Twisting and towering his sandstorm hair, Lifting the skin to show how the fire lurks...
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The Other Otherworldly Visitor of Oscaloo
Chapter 3 in the Visitor of Oscaloo story introduces the Villain.
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Public Fornication
I thought she was special and I sure did love her. But I learned that she's not the kind of woman who I could take home to meet my mother. She and a...
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How I Came to Meet Eric
How I Came to Meet Eric Seamus O’Donnell was a patient man. He came from a long line of farmers who were born and bred in County Fermanagh and South...
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Maria and the Bellasis Family 21
Mother Francis asked to see me today. So I went to her office and knocked, wondering what she was going to tell me. “Hello, Maria. Please come in and...
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I Fought the Law
Apart from having a wee behind a bin down a back alley in Middlesbrough when I was eight years old and a tiny bit of embezzlement around six years...
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Two Generations. Two Fruits.
From last year I have washed an orange and cut it into four and had a swig from my bottle of cod liver oil. The cod liver oil is still in my mouth...
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Snowballs in the Making
Tarry me not as falling crystals fill my facial-space and I rush in hurried motions across a slide of sidewalk ice avoiding clusters of people also...
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