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Wardrobe Mistress

I stood in front of the wardrobe we shared and stared and stared. I had just seen her with overalls down below her knees, your familiar bare bum...
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Immersed in barley!

Sometimes a crop the farmer sows, then clears a line where the footpath goes across his field. Sometimes he leaves the crop to grow and thinks the walkers all will go across and trample down that bit, and so others the footpath’s track will know …
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These Are The Lines

Not THE lines maybe ... some of them. The (mis)use of the homonym is deliberate.
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Sometimes the foxes scream

Sometimes the foxes scream, relentlessly. I wonder if only I can hear them— and then I remember my neighbours can too, or... are they asleep? As...
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Free

Free are butterfly free is the sky free is a bumble bee flying by free is the night sky free is the moon free is the day light free is the sound of a...
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Steelie 19

The boy was growing tired. Von Stehle could see it in the way his head lagged to one side and the way he no longer caressed the material like he was...
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Xion Island Carrier: Chapter 18

The interview room was cold, but James McAlister didn’t seem to notice. He was still. Paler even than the day of the funerals, and the room was...

I’m going out of my mind trying to get into yours

“You’re not shutting out the thoughts you’re receiving,” the instructor said, “You’re letting the duck's thoughts and feelings influence you. You...
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Death by Selfie

strangely unaffecting to see lives lost in this way is that a shocking thing to say? guy falls from building filming himself doing handstands on the...
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Golden Aged

Years ago, the cinema was top. Rare to see a disappointing flop. Of course, crisp packets went embarrassingly pop. In crime, it was a satisfying fair...

spring 2

I heard it again for the first time in a very long time, through cheap earphones while walking over uneven ground, wind clattering longstanding trees...
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Xion Island: Chapter 17

I am filled with hatred. And, to my disgust, something close to nostalgia. The flesh remembers things the memory has never known. I tell her my name...
Cherry

"Mr. Nothingsworth"

Mr. Nothingsworth, proprietor of the “Whatnot” shop of castaway things and oddities, was a self proclaimed curmudgeon. The old coot loved to annoy...
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I don't have time to waste

I'm going to run the race I don't have time to waste it's life it's just life take it while you can cause before you know it will be all gone I want...
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Spring

I heard it again for the first time in a very long time, through cheap earphones while walking over uneven ground, wind clattering against...
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I'm tearing your heart apart

As I sit here waiting for some reply it don't matter what words I 'm saying there not going to hurt you any less no matter what I say a simple sorry...

The Time Capsule

The Time Capsule By Paul McCann The old house sat nestled in the arc of a dead-end street . It was a huge place that screamed at the smaller and more...

Class of '84

Also your greatest of all advantage in a chess game is to have your opponent underestimate you. Myself don't attend reunions I'm usually busy then,...
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New Directions (38)

The idea of going up North to stay at Karen’s temped me. I figured at least I’d get to sleep with her when she got home. Then I remembered the last...
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Undisentanglable!

Been having shopping delivery for a few years due to Covid and personal health issues. Works well most of the time, but last week the pies I’d...

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