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When Mary was finding a place in the basket on Regn's arm to fit a purple mushroom like a small frisbee, Regn moved at last, "PERFECT" . They went...

I see love on her face eyes embedded in skin as a bouquet of caring full of passion. Age is not really seen as she smiles with natural teeth- do turn...

Believe it or not, I wrote this as part of Nanowrimo 2007. This is Chapter One. A then near future dystopic policier where smoking was completely banned, like prohibition for liquor. You'll probably find this a bit dull, but by chapter three or four I think it has a bit of pull. Maybe I'll post those too. Here is the blurb from when I self-pubbed it badly at Bubok Prohibition: not booze, fags. Ray and Harry get wind of a lorry-load of illegal cigarettes and decide to hi-jack it at the point of delivery. Just outside Parliament. Ray and Harry recognise one of the customers. It's the Home Secretary. What can they do? A slightly revised version will be available on smashwords, eventually.

Her Daddy playing music upon his violin for older folk in Home of Care … and gently tap their feet and smile remembering past days … she scampered, pirouetted round to her Daddy’s latest tune. …‘Can we ask the dancing girl again to visit us?!

A young man muttered at his bad luck and penniless situation. He frowned all days. A wise senior came across to talk to him,“Hey kiddy, why are you...

It was the wee small hours when Ugly Puggly got home. I was sprawled on the couch, having fallen asleep. Sober enough to know I was drunk. I pulled...

Lighting Candles for the Lost Making stations near main-line stations On my knees in contemplation Of angular sanctuaries. Overhead gantries Seeking...

. The Storyteller And The Lost Dragon by Paul McCann He had been walking through the Mystical Woods looking for a sign . He had a melody with words...

Why did anyone think this buffoon would ever change?