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Yellow Sky
Sometimes after storms, the sky turns yellow as the sun pushes its way through cracks in clouds, and lush trees and other greens are basked in a...
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The Dark - part 2
Then he spotted the torch symbol on the screen. He pressed it and followed the instruction. Sarah was right, this thing did work as a torch. He swept...
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The Dark - part 1
Their afternoon walk slips into night, as the straggling children in the group slow the adults down. David is walking with his daughter near the back...
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Ginny. ( Part 3)
I heard her say the words but I found it difficult to comprehend them. For some reason I took my hand away from hers. “Sorry Ginny. Did you say you...
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Tell Me
Despicable. Just despicable. Picture source: Pixabay CC0 Public Domain Free for commercial use No attribution required
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A Sunny Day
A Riot of Pastels on a sunny day. It was one of those golden days of late May in Buffalo, New York. The 70-degree temperature was tempered by a seven...
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- 494 reads
Bleeding Hearts
Bleeding Hearts The arrows are drawn In the centre of the dicentras Perl drops- mothers' tears Manchester is tongue tied. Today should be the day of...
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JOAN
La Pucelle d'Orleans Dressed as a man when it was wrong; Led the troops to free her land Armour clad, with sword in hand Such daring deeds to...
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The Long Lost Son
The Long Lost Son By Paul McCann .For most people it was a day like any other around Westmead by the banks of Parramatta River however for Chris...
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Becoming
Noone famous. My mother's mother.
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GHOSTIES IN THE CROSSWALKS
there's ghosties in the crosswalks and tomatoes on the vine and everyone in hollywood has turned to frankenstein . i can't remember flowers that was...
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What price loyalty?
Don't get old - or sick
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Grimms67
Bob rolls up the sleeves of his frayed, green, checked shirt, and uses the side window of the dining room as a temporary seat. No wind, slow moving...
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On Happiness
The questions "are you happy?" has always plagued me. The answer has always been no and has always been followed with a heavy sadness. But could it...
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The Biggest Mysteries
What exists in the space between stars? In the nothing beyond them? In the holes in our mental maps? What gives us our weight? Causes objects to fall...
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- 508 reads
oxford circus
I've just seen a tramp with a big ginger beard dancing in front of this tall, slim security guard outside Miss Selfridge on Oxford street and it...
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Ginny. ( Part 2)
She held my arm as we walked to the pub. For some reason it didn’t feel strange. It felt natural. I sat her at a table by the window and went to get...
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Close enough
Job-Centre horn-rimmed Himmler are you the S.S..... or something similar? D.S.S....... Close enough!
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Cassandra
The snakes of truth that licked her ears The sins of the Father on you, poor lamb Men were blind to all their tears She alone could see their fears...
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