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Silas Nash Book 1 Hush Hush Honeysuckle: Chapter 4

The next day coffee shop-girl—Paige—was still on his mind. Thinking about a pretty girl was easier than thinking about a dead nanny. Despite that, he...
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Kensho

Kensho When your singular voice is joined to the chorus in such a way you can no Longer tell which sounds are your own that is the essence of harmony...
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Goatie 15

At night, the prison was quiet as a pay phone off the hook. I tugged at the sheet. Guards had beaten me. Now they set out to humiliate and had me...

Silas Nash Book 1 Hush Hush Honeysuckle Chapter 3 (b)

Max turned the radio on, and it irritated him. The presenter talked about a rockstar dying yesterday and said they’d have some great music and time...
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Good old days

My writing class was given the task of writing on the theme of waves. This was my effort ‘Dad, I’ve got your favourite. One of those jam doughnuts...
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Seurat

At first The black umbrella On a sunny afternoon. Shadows lengthen As the day begins To unwind Green leaves rustle, Green shade falls Across the...
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8.1 Underthings

The dancers stepped down from the boat to LH shore and crossed the sandy beach to the reception and bar sheltered in a single bungalow. The roof...

The Viscous Hold of Jam

I wrote this earlier this morning, for the IP but adapted to fit something I need. The town was rotting like fallen fruit. The only place Tammy felt...
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The Jam-man!

drawer … Cistern… toilet-seat … in this chair … In case of emergency, ask …!
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Poem of the week

The Things Missed

Image author's own fault. Not much to see here.
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saga

In the wind, whispers of your conversation drift across the scent of coffee brewing while strands of wool weave your heart into mine... your smile...
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Story of the week

The Jammy Tax Dodger

When I’m settling up for what I owe when leaving a restaurant, disembarking from a taxi, admiring my newly coiffured curls in the mirror at Stanislav...
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wildflowers in the wind

into the night when the moon paints in abstract brush strokes of light across my dreams into an ink black sky.... the stars become the muse of the...

Silas Nash Book 1 Hush Hush Honeysuckle Chapter 3 (a)

Max came out of the hospital entrance, sat on a bench and sobbed. People stared at him as they passed, and one old lady said, ‘Oh, dear,’ but didn’t...
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Goatie 14

Sometimes you’re aware of an absence when you come round. Sometimes, but less often, a presence. He wasn’t much to look at. Shaved cue-ball head...
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Silas Nash book 1 Hush Hush Honeysuckle chapter 2

Maxwell Jones was invincible. Nothing could touch him. He couldn’t be killed because, at twenty-eight, he was already dead. He had a brain tumour,...
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Blackberry Moment

Dear diary... Recalling foraging along the woodland trail; where clearly on backdrop of diverse leaves, blackberries thread on limp hanging branches...

7.4 Club Rehendi

“Huda never married.” “She never married. Huda lost a loving boyfriend just like that. His name is Adam. Farida also dated him. Huda was forced to...
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Goatie 13

Flanked by the warden, I followed the governor out of his office. ‘Whit happened tae that crow that got into the dining hall?’
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Hush Hush Honeysuckle: Chapter 1

He would feel like killing himself again today. Life had lost its meaning. In a fit of unaccustomed rage, Silas picked up his clock and threw it at...
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