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The Lighthouse problem (1)

Autumn. Alun and I sat on the western cliff watching the day slowly disappear, the sun descend, redden and fade. We stared for a while out at the...

A Hedgehog Had A Red Balloon (Children's Rhyme)

A hedgehog had a red balloon in which it sped up to the moon but though all went just fine at first, its hedgehog spines, the balloon, burst. Then...
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Waterloo

Dirty old river must you keep rolling under a setting sun. For the boy who waits Mod suited, Chelsea booted. In the relentless hum. Of the trains...

The Snowflake Collector – 4: And He Had Many Memories

‘It’s really easy,’ Yanosh said after just a few minutes of such contemplative silence, during which, The Snowflake Collector noted with some delight, it had started gently snowing again outside already...

Limbo

Six steeple towers, cold as steel, drab daggers in the sky! Their hallowed halls no longer call when breezes wander by – for, filled with dread to...

Faded - haiku

A poem written in a collection of haiku's. My first attempt at a haiku. Feel free to tear it to shreds.

Death Co Re-Write (2)

Alright, day two of NanoWriMo. I won't lie, this chapter is rougher than the last one,but I'm getting back into my groove of writing this quickly...

The Image Of The Christ Child

I have a personal dislike of media hype and the way in which I feel overwhelmed, even drowned by the masses of information that comes flying at me these days. It got me thinking in a sort of sardonic way about the Christ Child arriving today and how it would be handled. Yes, it carries a Christian message, but it is also a side-swipe at the modern world of instant communication and the media circus.

Soapbox

Everyone is wrong Everyone who does nt think like me is wrong Meat eaters are wrong , vegans are wrong Christians, Muslims , Hindus skihs , Jews and...
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Among the Ruins Chapter1, Part 3

We lapsed into the same sort of stale conversation that was so common after she left us. It always happened. We need lots more alcohol to get back...

Among the Ruins Chapter1, Part 2

“I saw you talking to that French girl again,” Evelyn said, with a malicious smile. She glanced at Luke and raised her eyebrows, but Luke refused to...

Among the Ruins Chapter1, Part 1

Luke Woolfe and Evelyn Rouge will always be a part of me. We were friends for little less than a year, but they impacted on every aspect of my life...

Bright & Beautiful Love (60's, Psychedelic, Sunshine Pop)

1. And lo, from her love kiss there flowed a true loves bliss and so, a love was born as bright as Summer morn. 2. Then I saw rainbows rise;...

Novemberesque

Spring, summer, and autumn, come and go...
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The goldmine problem (1)

I was woken early one morning by a formal, polite knocking on my back door, the type of knock you might associate with a lawyer from the mainland. I...

A (very short) Love Story

Once upon a time a fish and a bird fell in love. The fish lived in a bowl on the mantle, the bird in a cage which hung beside the shelf. Every...

The Sexiest Elbows I'd Ever Seen

When we first met she was Emeritus Professor of Post-Colonial Marmalade at the University of Ffestiniog, and she had the sexiest elbows I had ever seen. We met at the Annual Ffestiniog Tapioca-Ignoring Convention, back in the late summer of ‘83. At the time neither of us had a Tapioca-Ignoring partner, so naturally – once we found our handicaps were compatible – we teamed up for that autumn’s preliminary Tapioca-Ignoring Cup rounds. Of course, with both of us being amateurs, we never expected to get to the finals.

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