Cherrypicked stories
This Darkness
I'm born from a purple, twilit sky. I rise when the sun falls. I will sink – I know this somehow – when the sun wakes again. In between: this...
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In consequence of our increasing age
Death is inevitable but so too, before the bite, is increasing wisdom as perspective is allowed by time's increase on reflection. I am only in my...
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Downpour(III:8) Mickey
Here it is, the final chapter of Downpour. Had a lot of fun writing this book, and hoped it was at least not terrible to read. Thanks for all of your...
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CC 79: Young Shadows
Cuchullain's Castle 79 Inspired by Elsie to do a footnote here :-)
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Fernundaling
Can't do audio or video, sorry. But I liked the nonsense challenge, thanks. Happy Christmas!
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Downpour(III:7) The Great Escape
Second to last chapter of Downpour :) 7. The Great Escape They left James’s house only saying a five second goodbye to James’s cousins, who didn’t...
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24. Let It Be
The prodigal returns (no, not that one, but you know this one too).
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Moon Over the Monkey's Back, Part 2
As disturbing visitations begin to destabalise his mind, a man is forced to scrutinise his memory and a strange journal, written in a mysterious language, given to him long ago.
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A Christmas Treat.
I peep through iced, quartz patterned pane. Ripened berries drop, mashed mistletoe, ruddy red holly fruits, squashed, squished, diluted pink seeps,...
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The pause before the jump (part 4)
Some time later, we were sitting at the terrace of a café. The light of day was gradually receding, and the shadows had grown long, and the last...
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On the High Street
It looks different at Christmas... I think we all know why...
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TOTEMS
a multitude of totems spaced out even in a row with new ones still created as the need for them would grow . the people in the village in the county...
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They call me the Portal
“…Blood-shot, your eyes drop, And the skin's all wearin' thin. There's no one here to tell you 'bout the depth of the water, Or the trouble that you'...
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Rules Are Rules.
A short extract from something much, much longer that i've been working on. Our family have rules. And they’re simple rules. You hurt us and we’ll...
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Albatross
So I went on this poetry course, and wrote a sonnet to my house. As you do.
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The Shadow
Target acquired, silence essential. I observe the back of the house from here concealed by this bush. I am a master of stealth, and shadows are my...
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The Ghost of Henry Snarkville Walks Worcester By Night
A poem, written for performance, about Worcester and the legacy of the English Civil War.
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Downpour(III:6) The Cavalry
6. The Cavalry Gabriel led them down the winding spiral staircase and into the shop landing. “As I said, you are lucky that he is so close, or you...
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That Bloody Woman
Written for a The Global Cafe Poetry Slam final with the theme of "Idioms and Idiots".
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Last Train To Memphis.
There was something about the old guy sitting at the corner table of Max’s Diner. Something that the owner couldn’t quite put his finger on. He’d...
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