Cherrypicked stories

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We're Not Fucked Enough Yet

I imagined a pool of crude oil in the bathtub I imagined orphan blood on all my clothes I saw forests fall every time I wrote a love note
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Missing Years ( Part 7)

All is revealed.....
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The Spinster, Late of this Parish

(Edit 23/2/2012) Light green crocodile skin – her handbag, from an age of Greta Garbo
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Scrap 68

Serial following the lives of two truckers in the early 1970's
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Missing Years ( Part 6)

MI6, the rain, whats going on here?
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The peak

The ground began to shake every few seconds. The girl looked up just in time to see two red eyes staring at her from the darkness of the cave. A strange sound, a black shadow, and then ... cold.
Story of the week

The War Problem

It was 6.30 a.m. when I heard a hammering at my door. I quickly dressed and shouted for Alun to come in. He was clearly agitated. “We’re at war Jed,” he said.
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7.45am to Central.

"...tickets please..."
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I Was (Without)

I left my body when the new regime took over/Without hope of reform nor subversion
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Living Light- promises (2)

I can hear voices, a cold brush of air like breath ebbing along the bed sheets. I want to reach out, to stroke his cheek or hold my children’s tired bodies until they decide to stir.
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Lausanne

travels with my mates
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Bird Song

Gods alarm call....
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Missing Years ( Part 5)

What does the shadow mean, is he going home?
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Cultivate or Strangulate (IP)

(of gardens, real and allegorical)
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Scrap 66

Serial following the lives of two truckers in the early 1970's
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Scrap 65

Serial following the lives of two truckers in the early 1970's
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The Leaving of Harar

The outlaw death of Arthur Rimbaud
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Tomorrows

End of the affair!
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The Art of Letting Go

How could I have known?
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Lefty Loosy. Righty Tighty

It was a tap that tipped him over the edge.
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Gone Fishing

“I’ve often wondered what it would be like to be a fish...nothing else to do except watch us, watching them."
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Serial following the lives of two truckers in the early 1970's
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Serial following the lives of two truckers in the early 1970's
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The Young Man and Summer

Once, the Summer fell in love with a young man and, so that she could be with him, she made herself into a woman but in her human form the man wanted nothing to do with her.
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Finch Continue to Dare

Lupins the only competition for a riot of colour
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Missing Years ( Part 3)

Gradualy remembering.
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Serial following the lives of two truckers in the early 1970's
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The Folly and The Ivy (I.P.)

His torso stiffens as a sickle moon rises...
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Sherif - January 29, 2011

This is my turf, my school bus routes, my cruising with friends, smoking hash and eating greasy shawerma. My family lunches at the Car Club, my tailor fitting me for my first suit. This is my home.
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Christopher (1953 – 1983)

Some say it's the ultimate expression of anger. Some say it's a way that the pain is excised. Brutally perhaps, I often wonder now if it's just an expression of jealousy, desperation in envy.
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Ahmed - January 28th, 2011

I hate myself, fully and completely. And this fury breaks me into a cold sweat. I stand up and look at the square before me. I’m supposed to be brave. Brave men don’t run.
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Mona - January 28th, 2011

‘He’s taken down his two hunting rifles and his handgun and has organized a little neighbourhood militia.Who’d have thought? And someone conveniently found a few butchers knives.’
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Serial following the lives of two truckers in the early 1970's
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Serial following the lives of two truckers in the early 1970's
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Butcher Boy ( Part 23, Reunion)

I can't believe it, seeing Roy again?
Story of the week

Names and their Importance in Literature!

Will Elsie Scraggit end up disgraced and abandoned in Brighton?
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Terms of Endearment

You lived in me, and I in you.
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Ex - chapter 19 - bank robbers and buried noses part 2

So shoot me you execrable little pissant, shoot me in my guts where it is going to hurt the most and do it now before I rip you apart with my fucking teeth.”
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Ex-chapter 18 - Bank robbers and buried noses part 1

I decided, on balance , given that my cheekbone had been shattered and the word “Teflon” had been burnt in reverse onto my forehead, that I had better pop in to A and E.”
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Geometry

Your naked body, in a way, speaks enough poetry to fill the entire bedspread, and then you tell me you don’t believe me, you say I have a dependence on romance,
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Reel Life

The pincer movements of crabs duelling; a coral reef seahorse carousel; Life’s a ballroom and a boxing ring. We all turn in an eternal wheel. Jewelled night’s a manichean duel
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Serial following the lives of two truckers in the early 1970's
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Serial following the lives of two truckers in the early 1970's
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Death of the Ancients

Arrix could make out tiny black threads stitched into the eyelids, forcing them shut.
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The Dead Land: Chapter 10

While her confidence and fury rapidly dampened, it didn’t take Robbie long to realise that she needed a plan.
Poem of the week

The Day That Love Was Banned

All watched over by machines of less-than-loving grace
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The Girl Next Door

She sat, skinning a lemon; spying, as I was, through a hole in the fence.
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Serial following the lives of two truckers in the early 1970's
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Serial following the lives of two truckers in the early 1970's
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Butcher Boy ( Part 21, Supergrass.)

Headline news, it all falls into place...
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The ski-suit

Standing in his living room in a full-length ski-suit, you’d be forgiven for thinking that this was a man who was trying on a recent purchase in preparation for a holiday, but, on closer inspection,
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Little One

almost two and interested in everything around you
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I have a dream

Last night I had dreams that woke me,
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Pure Love.

It is recorded that the oldest known love poem is written on a tablet of clay. Circa 8th century BC. "...Goodly is your beauty,
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Scrap 54

Serial following the lives of two truckers in the early 1970's
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Serial following the lives of two truckers in the early 1970's
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Southbound

A wanderer yearns for home, the son he's never met, and long distance absolution.

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