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Belfast Bonesy

Belfast Bonesy By Paul McCann Bonesy was a Belfast boy he went in boots and all . He headed one two’s at practice up against the wall . He dribbled...

The Man Who Lived In A Library

The Man Who Lived In A Library By Paul McCann Young Adam McAdam was a bookworm and there was nothing made him happier than locking himself away in...
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Absenses

Absences Absent of dog or cat but my Dad barked and my Mum meowed upstairs in their unheated, carpet-less bedroom. We muted them with Showaddywaddy...
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Bron-24

Continued from Chapter 23: Bron-23 | ABCtales The lights of Dawlish twinkled. No one stirred in the small resort as 47840 powered through. Rain – or...

IF NOT, THEN WHAT

Call me a hair-splitter. Because so much is wrong. So much of my small self, so much of this big world. You can’t argue with that. All the fixed...
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Whispers of Time

We are, all of us, guided by forces unknown; voices on the wind that persist even in stillness. The person yet to be, destiny, awaits. Time finds a...

The Light 6

Was she trying to find the love in her heart? How was suffering related to love? Did we need to suffer to truly understand love? Was it something...
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Purple Mountain - Part 5

‘I remember when we were children, we all used to play up on the mountain. We were drawn to it. Meet me on the mountain, we’d say as we ran out of...
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desert songs

Take a splinter from the fire let it light your way Then follow your song. LIFE Life begins the journey of the soul to the land of the setting sun...
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A ‘little roof’, ^, makes all the difference!

When I was young, just beginning to read … what I had liked best – “The song about the sea”. I said … insisted there had been no song about the sea …
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Prophesy: The Immortal Witch (15)

Part 14 at: https://www.abctales.com/story/marandina/prophesy-immortal-witch-14 It was an unholy union and yet, in time, the creature came to care...
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"She Wears Red Feathers"

Guy Mitchell – 13 th March to 9 th April 1953

Sawdust

The play I'll never write.

The First Bee of Spring (Haiku)

Striped yellow and black Buzzing at the garden gate -The first bee of Spring!
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Penny's Pass the Parcel Part 3

Sheriff Milton didn't know how long he had been unconscious. As he recovered, he vaguely remembered a pungent but pleasant smell emanating from a...
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Language Sex and Violence

But what do you people do all day? We f't , we f'k , mostly we f't for a f'k My, but you Americans are so hostile! Missionary style on top sideways...
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Making Dough

'As a scientist, Wilkinson knew that if he were ever to break wind in the echo chamber, he would never hear the end of it.' 'That's not bad at all,...

S S R I

S S R I The Psychiatrist said I spend way too long in bed and instead of changing my hair, I should be changing my head: "You'd have turned out OK if...
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IV. Remains - Part Three

He opened the lid on a Wednesday morning. Three weeks and a day since the box arrived. The garage was cold — the heating hadn't been on in days, the...

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