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Poem of the week

September Chills

September The dread tread Of rolling bombs Loose in the pit Of my stomach Cold dawn New term chills Crack whack jabs Of hockey sticks Torture of team...
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Mother Of Space

Mother Of Space by Paul McCann Mother of space bridge the distance that would keep us apart . Mother of space touch the closeness of you here in my...

Heartbreak

How my heart was broken Is a story I must tell She ghosted me Then roasted me Upon the fires of hell The first time I saw her My heart did skip a...
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Jack-In-The-Box

A sequel to "The Box Left Behind".- https://www.abctales.com/story/luigipagano/box-left-behind

Hamper Industry

Dear diary...It was back in the early 90s, I can't remember which years, when working for a local Christmas hamper company as that special day drew...
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Tsk

From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia* Tsk (sometimes rendered Čšk , occasionally Tut, is the capital town on the south of the island of Bričabrač, formerly in the Split-Dalmatia County of Croatia , population 1,111 (2011). Bričabrač’s status currently is ambiguous, President-for-life Ivar Kraicjek is reportedly still in negotiations
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The Social Club

I know a fellow lives around the corner wears nice clothes neat and tall doesn’t respond much to hello / nice day. Just smiles nods and shows...

Black

is a void of nothing. It avoids creating space filled with children and noise. It is a darkness without stars nor twilight— it can humour you with a...

Happy 49th Birthday

If John hadn't died because of drugs, he would've turned forty-nine today. If John hadn't died, his fiftieth birthday would've been just one year...
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Her Gift

What was of real value?
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Story of the week

Pad Life 6: The Elephant In The Room

The nights are drawing in. Closing the blinds may be the best option. Picture: Pixabay Creative Commons
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Are you a good driver?

Are you a good driver? Do you like to speed? Or curse and shout At a roundabout When there is no need? Are you a good driver? Your licence is it...
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a mundane life

(This is a prose poem, sort of. Based on "Povel" by Geraldine Kim) there is dirty cutlery in the sink. it isn’t mine. i take it out in order to put...
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Caffeinated in Woolwich

(This is from my mini-book on amazon: https://amzn.to/2ZStYsM ) We sit in deep faux leather sofas at the new Coffee Lounge in Woolwich, with a large...

He, Dynamite. (Part 4)

The box. Decidedly battered. The puddle of sauce from a takeaway consumed who knows when now creeping its way up the cardboard, distorting the prints...

Abc Print

Abctales is a publisher in full right. Why would you want to publish (printed page)? You get hundred times more exposure on the web and "it's all...
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Sam Sawyer Twenty Two

Sam Sawyer Chapter Twenty- Two Sam closed his eyes, his body a golden needle punching through fluffy white clouds as it streaked toward Kit. Fear...

Witness box

First he froze As panic rose Sweat upon his face Splinters flying His pregnant wife crying As officers flooded the place ‘What do you want?’ He...
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My Eight Year Old Son's Demise

My eight year old son was sick and I'm falling apart. My eight year old died and it has broken my heart. Even though he was just a child, he died of...
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The Box Left Behind

My 600th submission is a Flash Fiction of approximately 500 words for this week's Inspiration Point.

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