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"Magic for a Day or 24 Hours of Trouble" (A Magical Fantasy) Chapter 2

When the sunshine filtered through the Venetian blinds and across his room Joey woke up. His first thought was, "could it really be a day of magic?"...
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Bygone Times
In distant past when spring slept through winter's chill, silent smoke emerged from chimneys spilling fumes into atmosphere, like serpents determined...
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teeter
teeter steel-toed foundations deep dug into crusted shores middle-class plastic drift pushes in layered like ageless skin cold hefty monoliths cloud...
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"They Play Unplugged Versions" [Mister Martínez 21]

Exposition, I'm bad at it, as you can see... Image confected by author from CC4.0 licenced work by Michel Zalinsky and free to use freepng.com
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mission hall
Mission Hall Charles Street, Hull is now a depression of shuttered shops - no trace remains of the Pioneer Store or the anonymous entrance to the Fig...
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Crazy Diamond (start of 3rd chapter)
They’ve herded us into halls of residence according to the alphabet, but it seems bizarre that one letter in a surname can determine who your friends...
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The Death of a Star

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A Lucky Father
. A Lucky Father by Paul McCann My children I’ve not forgot , some are mine and some are not . Some of them have passed away , some are here for...
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Glowing Embers
Flames in ancient African fires dwindling, Wisdom is sold in the desolate market where none can come to buy, and in the whithered field where the...
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Fairground

“Passports,” said the man from behind a row of tables. We shuffled along. Farther back, by a wall, soldiers watched us going by, one by one. Their berets, khaki uniforms and Russian assault rifles clashed with our tie-die trousers, hats, bracelets and beads.
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My Worst Fear

Walkers, beware!
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When I am afraid …

[Continuing the hymn-for-Sundays series] Sometimes you see I am afraid because of things in stories said, remembering silly things I’ve read: And...
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there’s always Lisdoonvarna
there’s always Lisdoonvarna we camped by the strand at Louisburgh, Mayo next to a toilet block with Izal paper and clean fresh water from an outdoor...
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Brewster's Way 4
Part 4 of 4
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Flat remembered
The Friend in Arms pub stood at the end of a Georgian terrace. The houses were shabby and split into cheap flats and rooms rented by art students,...
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Red walls
Em followed him up the stair past empty alcoves and closed doors. She trailed her fingers on the wall and its red woodchip. She was a girl in her...
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Like being in a snow storm without a shovel
I'd already eaten a big breakfast the day I entered the Coney Island hot dog eating contest. The house we were staying in had a good bakery down the...
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The Migration of Swallows

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Somehow the sea was always there to make you feel stupid
We have bought the campervan the only thing left now is the running away. The last customer to ever use the post office before it closed down bought...
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