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Bbydhyonchord

I am going to a wedding on Saturday, There will be bottles of Champagne for the main few people there and when the corks pop they will know exactly...
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I wonder how I'll sleep at night

It's been a long time since I had an all-nighter but I remember them well. We wouldn't even mention the sun was rising, we were so used to it,...
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Yes I do feel better

I made friends with someone who ran a jazz bar. It was the third time I'd been there that I realised I should say hi, I'm John, I don't like jazz but...
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Ugly Puggly 13

I was in the depot and it was near knocking-off time. So I was trying to look busy by opening and shutting the back of the van doors, and skulking...
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The Straw Hat 2

26 September, 1811 Papa had to go to the Old Bailey today to give evidence against Rebecca. I wanted to go too, but he said it wasn’t an appropriate...
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Ugly Puggly 12

Ugly Puggly was a surprisingly good cook. By that I meant he could do more that toast and beans. He baked his own bread and could even do vegetarian...
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K Cider - September 1988

“So what do you actually do on your holiday on your own?” Much the same as you do when you go away as a couple, or on with your family, but with more...
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A Wardrobe of Trophies

This is a rather dark narrative transcript for a deleted scene from the film Der Untergang, or Downfall ( https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fsnAi1rNBvA ). Like a majority of historical films, it isn't 100% accurate, prompting my use of the historical fiction tag. Something about the medic's request to see the dresses stuck with me, and I decided to write. Two sentences turned into a short story with some sort of a theme, though admittedly communicated somewhat loosely. I suppose I could have developed a segment not seen in the deleted scene, but I'd rather toil with my own story idea in the works than worry so much about this. Oddly enough, that story will deal with death as well, but not in a war setting.
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Ugly Puggly 11

The shopkeeper said he was very sorry to hear about Agnes. ‘Cheers,’ I could never mind his name. I’d called him Raj, when I was drunk and he smiled...
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You Looked Like You Had Lost

At low tide, the stillest sleep, and the vastness of this beach exposed. Memories littered, stories, half buried. I think that’s when I saw your eyes...
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