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The Bower Flame Bird

Yearnings fill this colourful male with pleasure, nothing more beautiful than plumage so rare; not a silent birthright when caught in a dance of...
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Gift: A Son's Story (extract) - Christmas (ii)
In spite of her cold, mum had rallied over Christmas and had been much more her old self. The warnings were never far away, though... The rest of...
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Gift: A Son's Story (extract) - Christmas (i)
Another excerpt from my book about my time as mum's full-time carer during her last months of life. She confounded medical expectations by not only...
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Kit Handsome and the Santa Claus Chaos 1
It was Christmas Eve and Inspector Kit Handsome arrived at work to find desk sergeant Megson hanging tinsel around Boonhill Police Station. “Morning...
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A Pink and Lilac Day
Thursday’s walk wasn’t a pleasant one at first. The windfarm path, which is walled by giant gorse, has very few gaps revealing the surrounding...
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Why Christmas? (2)

Then violence increased and their Maker few sought … that one day God’s Saviour would come, loving King with Light for all people, from sin to redeem …
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The Survivors
The Survivors By Paul McCann It was Christmas morning and as the underground bunker dwellers emerged for the first time to the surface , they were...
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Diary on The Day Mother Died

The house is quiet tonight. Even the old grandfather clock seems hesitant to tick, as though it, too, has grown weary of the years it has been...
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A Pledge

A Pledge Hey, eight billion on earth the population! Let us take a pledge in unison that each of us will plant saplings, two and nurture them to grow...
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I Go To Church Each Sunday
I go to church each Sunday, God warns ‘there’s much to fear, the world is decomposing, the final end is near’. I go to church each Sunday and taste...
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7220 Seconds

Two hours and twenty seconds. Tick-tock, the clock goes, waiting for the body to shake, to convulse, to rise.
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Dawn.

It sometimes amazes me, how our dogs can poo on demand! In the mornings when I put them out, one at at time, I will watch them, they do a wee and a...
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i always look at the sky

as a kid i always looked at the sky didn’t we all? those shapes that could be made into anything once i wanted to be up there too in that blue i...
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Perfect Synchronicity

He thought back to the hour at dusk when a bird’s call sounded outside him and deep within him in perfect synchronicity, so that it did not break off...
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Christmas Pan-to

At Christmas, I like to take the opportunity to deviate, temporarily, from whatever saga Josiah and Archibald are currently involved in, and try a little seasonal nonsense. This is the first for 2024, there may well be others!
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The Last Night Chapter 17 A Dirt Path

The Last Night Chapter 17 A Dirt Path 49 Wyatt was mesmerized by the sun -streaked panorama of stately pines and sprawling arthritic oaks racing past...
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Fib
Am enjoying lighting the breakfast advent candle, at least this way I have some idea of what day it is. In theory. My mother was all taken with St...
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passing

passing you boarded up the top windows first, on the inside i thought it was a weed grow but val at number 14 whispered behind her hand – he never...
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Can you play with madness?

When Alma stopped talking, it was as if the sea had ceased to roar. As if the dogs no longer barked. As if the rain no longer pattered on the worn...
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