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THE PERFECT HUSBAND

THE PERFECT HUSBAND Anne was the most beautiful and spoiled brat according to her parents as she liked the best that life can enrich with her rich...

Avenues of memories

Walking down the avenues of memories of my mind and I seem to recall faces and places that's lost time and hideaway like some ancient rhyme that hasn...
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Par Avion ...flying words of love... Inspiration point ( IP )

Par Avion …flying words of love… …I still have the letter you sent me declaring undying love fragile paper soft as your skin embossed with delicate...
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3. An Expedition To The Pole (iii)

A couple more pints, a wee dram and a bit of a tab later, Denise locked us all out for the night. Sherlock stood in the lee of the door and fashioned...
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Nordic skiing on a cold Winter's Day

Nordic Skiing on a cold Winter’s Day The air is gray and heavy with frost. The snow makes a crunching sound as you trod upon it. It is cold out, at...
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06 - The Routine (2)

Chapter 6: The Routine (Cont.) The routine continued. Days passed. Perhaps a week. Perhaps two. The meals came and went. The exercises were performed...

06 - The Routine (1)

Chapter 6: The Routine The days acquired a shape. Not a schedule---schedules implied predictability, and the Ministry permitted no predictability...

Happy new year

happy new year all the world gone crazy but we still here now go and give yourself a hugs now go and give yourself a smile everyone wonderfull on here

Yeast.

Last week, Paul and I defrosted the animal freezer, and decluttered it, so that we had a spare shelf. Then a few days later we did the same for the...
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Letter to Ann Lovett (1968 - 1984)

Close the door, Ann Exist only with this tiny life Flickering, beating, unstoppable now With what they would call trouble Go beyond the futility of...
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3. An Expedition To The Pole (ii)

"I'll tell you a story," he said. "About a time when I had my eyes opened. Did I ever mention to you that I really was a detective once?" I was...
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Bred to Arms - IP

Sir, I’ve never heard you say my name, not to me, anyway. Son this, son that. I’ve never heard you call me Thad or Jack or TJ. Son. I’ve been...
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Teenage Kicks

This is an extact from my third book, the working title is 'Luckily, Aldo's a family man'. The novel is now completed and will be out later this year...
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3. An Expedition To The Pole (i)

An evening at The North Pole was called for. For me, The Pole is the best pub around. Comfortably shabby, like your grandad's old Ford Escort, and...
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Announcement!

[Continuing the hymn-for-Sundays series] Hark! the herald angels sing – with astonishment they bring news stupendous to the earth – thus announce th’...
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Malachi's Last Report

The chimneys stand like ribs now. The river stopped years ago. Someone is still whistling somewhere a tune that's forgotten what it was for. There...

05 - The Cells (2)

Chapter 5: The Cells (Cont.) They took him to a cell. Not his cell---a different one, larger, with a window. Arthur stopped in the doorway, staring...

05 - The Cells (1)

Chapter 5: The Cells The rules were simple. Face the telescreen at all times. Hands visible, never in pockets, never behind the back. No sleeping...

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