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From her to eternity
“I do not want to die,” says the Dictator. “Mark my words carefully. Read my lips. Dying is not in my vocabulary. ” The two men are in the sauna. The...
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The Beast From Bonkerville Hills
The Beast From Bonkerville Hills by Paul McCann Since the beginning when man walked on the planet there has always been hunters who kill to survive...
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Ip
Fairy tales and recipes disaster looming with ancient scales and patience thin the picture on the box was very misleading There would be no happy...
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An Ode To The Commode
For the IP challenge I acquired a commode, but aware of its purpose, was careful not to goad the unwary or those of more delicate mode It stood by...
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Goldilocks
Jamileh’s eyes darted around feverishly as she walked down the quiet street on the outskirts of Atlanta. The houses stood prim and square, shutters...
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RIP Real World
A real planet, really spinning, in nothing but the pure dust of our universe. We lived in the real world. We didn’t really understand it and that was...
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Virtual Reality
Across the network; bitcoins pay for virtual love, boys sit mute in dark rooms hoods up inside, as if in hiding - from themselves. Outside at bus-...
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Bring Me the Head of St. Paisius of Hilendar
The hottest days of my life… fourteen more August days… 100 words each, as usual.
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Mute
From criticism straight to witticism, welcome to your verbal exorcism A clear division of utter derision to lop you cleaner than a robotic...
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The Secret Society Of New Hope
The Secret Society Of New Hope by Paul McCann Mr Cushenan had always been a kind man . He was often treated badly however because of that . It’s sad...
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60th Anniversary
Today would've been Mom and Dad's anniversary if they were still alive. They got married sixty years ago today on September the 25th of 1965. Today...
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Footprints Of The Season
Those flaxen days are but Footprints of summer, when Making hay declared to be Bundled, So too; grass maintains its Quaint meadows that have No...
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Derelict
Since they last left me, my windows have lost their shine.. Pic from wiki
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On ode to a pew
… though it could be a bit of a squeeze with nudges of elbows and knees … Some so well designed, made with good ergonomics in mind… others too narrow for a sitting backside …
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Scary Event
Dear diary, it was the evening of Wednesday 24th September 2025. I was stood in the bathroom cleaning my teeth, when all of a sudden there was an...
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A Different Tetsubin of Sushi
The hottest days of my life… August’s first fourteen days… 100 words each, as usual.
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How Could They?
I have been driving for many years, and over the years I have had many cars. My brother- in-law Ray, he was always under a car fixing them for...
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Rust and Dust
Scratching the styptic strip from under his double chin and craning his neck, the gaffer stared past the Tink as if trying to catch him out. The...
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The Pianola
It sat in pride of place in gran's front parlour, a place to sneak into while the grown-ups did their grown-up things in other parts of the house. A...
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The Searcher 5
Was she his savior? Had Jesus sent her? Had God sent her? Was she the Holy Spirit? The water quenched his thirst. Then he began to think about why he...
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