Cherrypicked stories

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Waiting for the rain

When life feels smothered in banality it is easy to long for a change. The nature of that change may be beyond your expectations.
Cherry

On Writing

He wrote every day, but he knew that no-one would read it. He knew this because he screwed up what he'd written each night and threw the paper balls toward his unlit fireplace.
Cherry

Digging, Picnics, Romance

People say that romance is dead, but it’s just evolving. Candles have been replaced by LEDs, poetry has been replaced by txt spk and long walks on the beach have been replaced by the 100m sprint.
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Dancing, Tourism, Babies

People don't like to visit one horse towns. They need to know that if the horse breaks down there'll be another one to replace it immediately.
Cherry

Raymond Carver's Liver

In your opinion, there are two reasons why people steal books.
Cherry

Christmas, Tradition, Love Affairs

I’ve never had much luck with the ladies. It’s impossible for me to say the right thing, because there’s a special “Wrong” filter in my brain.
Cherry

Within These Walls

Good to be back. Been ill. This is just a moment, an impression caught while in hospital
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Angels in the Trenches

A band of angels coming after me Coming for to carry me home Swing low, sweet chariot
Cherry

Drummer Boy

For Tom. Each beat he hits - an electric charge like lightning carving a path through the atmosphere.
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Pud, Sox and Co

Their crime simply part of what they had become........................
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Cancer, Doctors, Sadness

I came home from work, put my keys in a place I’d probably forget and went straight to the kitchen. My girlfriend wasn’t there, not that I expect her to be at all times.
Cherry

The Sushi Bar

Baby Lemonade has a long willowy figure, thinner than a sliced rainbow. She's a mellow buttercup-babe.
Cherry

Spectres of Love

Ever present reminders of .......
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Beds, Bullets, Pimps

Waking up in a hospital bed is the second most terrifying thing in the world.
Cherry

Pincushion

I am no longer shocked by blood. Scissors scratch what shouldn’t be touched. (How much metal can I insert under my skin?) I lack the surgeon’s skill of precision,
Cherry

Mother's Ruin

Salty air pelts his face with coarse winds, Each granule bitter in its velocity; tiny teeth and claws Riding on the sea air. Feathers must offer protection
Cherry

Clocks, Queues, Returns

What a waste of a lunch hour. I spent nearly all of it stuck inside a clock shop. For a place that sells time, they sure do steal a lot of it. Someone should look into their operation.
Cherry

Darkest Yorkshire Chapter Two

The Moors looked despondent and menacing, banks of darkness encompassing the town like a malevolent archangel.

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