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While we are young

I wish we knew the luxury of youth. When procrastinating about the troubles of tomorrow kept a genuine smile on our faces. I wish we understood the...
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A hustler's rhapsody

I lurk in the shadows; not even light can reveal my struggles and my crawl to survival. I am The Beggar Pleading for scraps from presumptuous beings...
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The Bungalow-20

Continued from Chapter 19: The Bungalow-19 | ABCtales Hawke was on the computer in his study, again. He had the Home Service (that was what his...
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Say No To Him

It will lay thick on the ground today, the snow, for it comes in a crazy whirling fashion, like the weather has lost control of whatever cargo it...
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Extra Chapter 01 - Old Text

A Beat. That’s how it all began. A single Beat, loud, echoing through space and time. Traveling the void, a tail of creation behind. The original...
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The Ashton Road Gang Chapter 1 January. part 2

Minutes later we were on our way. The Leas were smashing, the snow icy and flat, the slopes steep long and exciting. Across the middle of the meadows...
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"This Isn't England"

John took the mug down from the cupboard without thinking. White porcelain with a chipped rim, its printed red cross faded from years of washing up...
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Down at the Waterhole

Long ago a colourful range of animals gathered at the water hole, in a wary truce of necessity. The water nullified traditional enmities, and allowed...
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Flowers in the desert, wartime

Having dipped into these wartime letters* from my father to his girlfriend/fiancée/my mother, put them in order (finding there were about 420, less...
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Night fishing

Just us—two cocklepickers
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The Gift

The Gift The small white house sat on a hillside, in a modest area of a small midwestern town. Rob and Teri Rollins lived there with their four...
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The Ashton Road Gang Chapter 1 January.

Now for something completely different. This is the story of a gang of lads growing up in the north of England in the mid 1950s. Most of it is...
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Rembrien Chapter 9.

Chapter 9. Into the Dead World. Sophrayni left the inn before dawn. The road to the east was dry and crumbly, dust floating in the quiet air. No...
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Tramps Like Us

Tramps Like Us The song rages hard from the bedroom. Well, I guess it was selected on Hope. Alexa dealing jokers on an E Street Shuffle. All I want...
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Crazy Scenes at Club Hypnagogo

This Sort of Thing - a whimsical journal writing undertaking. September 2026 (Part 2 of 2).
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Poem III: Genesis 21, Amended

we you I the one who watches and looks away Hagar and Ishmael cast out into the wilderness, with the rescue deleted. No voice is heard, no eyes are...
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summer memories

sandcastles and running through the tall grasses that grew along the shoreline a boy with shaky knees hazel eyes and brown hair lost socks and wet...
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Glim

I watched the land for years
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All the President’s Haemorrhoids

This Sort of Thing - a whimsical journal writing undertaking. September 2026 (Part 1 of 2).
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Frankenplot: Ghost Story – Uphill

There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy – Hamlet Act 1, Scene 5. Shakespeare. Frankenplot: Ghost...
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