Cherrypicked stories

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The Ducking Stool In Leominster Church

Once it was a tree standing proud in a forest.
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Bird song

You clipped my wings when she left you
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Money for the Circus

Probably will be something longer, but whether it'll end up on here who knows... image is royalty free from pxhere.com
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Throwing Stones

‘You horrible lot will be working at Royal Ascot this summer.’ He looked at us as if we should feel honoured. A horrible lot, teenagers from...
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Chadpocalypse 2:1 - El Diablo's Coffee Bar

It's been a while since I've written Chadpocalypse, but with Downpour off to the editor, I've decided to dive back in. Here's the first part of...
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Golden Blast at the Roadside

Sudden spillage on the verges, orchard, lawns – molten gold explosions, splashes, brilliant swarms: dandelions’ moment, reflecting sudden sunshine...
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Pillow Talk

The title (but not the plot) taken from the eponymous film with Rock Hudson and Doris Day.
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Game of Moans 5: ‘Green’

Grey Worm crouched by a log for a wee. “Hiya Grey Worm,” said Bran. “How’s it hanging?” ‘Is that a dig?,” said Grey Worm. “Not intentional.” “So how...
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Coming to Terms with the Inevitable - PART 1

A story about a man coming to terms with the truth, as he continues to try and find a way to preserve the life of his loved one more than two hundred failed attempts. All while the as the clock ticks down to a dinner and ceremory that will be his last chance for a final farewell.
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Pad Life: Clean Moggie, Yellow Moggie

Both the cats have turned yellow. Picture: Pixabay Creative Commons
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The Last Case of Dr. Jonah Wexley Abbott (Pt. 2)

She looked old. Not the type of old one earns at the end of a long and fruitful life, but old like rusted metal, blighted by rot. Her wasted arms,...
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Flowers

He always gave me flowers. But not in the usual way. Far be it from Nathan to do anything in a usual, ordinary, everyday manner. We’d been together...
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Going Down Below

[This short poem was written, at request, for the Thanksgiving Service for a dear very elderly man who had had a working life as a skilful and dedicated mining engineer, though when asked of his occupation he would simply say ‘A miner’. I remembered Ewan’s writing on a colliery disaster in the 19th century, and thought it good to remember those who worked hard to improve and keep safety in industry.] Deep shafts, black gold, dark collier shifts …
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Angel 60 (Bruno's confession)

The following weeks were the longest Angel could remember. The twins were fractious with the sudden heatwave and didn’t sleep very well. One night...
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Talkin' Brass

Uncomplicated Jarrow doodle.
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Re: Opportunity

My inbox is as silent as a Cotswold hayloft
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Snorri Sturluson*

Götterdämmerung - 79 His breath has rapidly slowed. Two weeks ago I first visited. He has lain here pretty much ever since. Or sat in the chair next...
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Crocuses in Spring

When I reached the grave, I saw the crocuses poking up through the grass. Their oval flowers and sharp, thin leaves were pushing apart the almost...
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Tha's Going To Halifax

This is an apocryphal tale narrated in the voice of a small boy. The boy being my late father in law and his recollection of a day trip to the seaside that ultimately went wrong. I have embellished much, but the essence of the recollection remains true, as was the final destination of the ill-fated trip.
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A nobody

The rain which had been coming down in a steady light drizzle developed all of a sudden into a downpour. Umbrellas mushroomed over the heads of the bereaved gathered at the graveside.

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