Cherrypicked stories

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Happy Divorce Day!

Who am I to shake the tree?
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Surpass the end

Chip shop fumes reach out like flailing tendrils, Make contact and climb up my nostrils Smells etched onto clothes, the Freshness abated, as I waited for the Cycle to end.
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What is Poetry?

I don´t bloody know!
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The Parcel

This short story was a winner of the Gifted and Talented Youth creative writing competition in 2007, on the theme of The Greatest Gift.
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Daisy Chains

This poem came runner up in the Oxford Brookes Poetry Prize in 2008 in the Connecting category.
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Ruth1

see where it goes...
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On the scrapheap

No one batted an eyelid when the sofa and armchairs were dumped on the patch of waste ground at the top of the street.
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Killing Me Softly

Much too old for Ring-a-Roses; not old enough to go proposing.
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Terms!

Not an advocation; just a piece of work!
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Please can i have a cherry?

no seriously can i have a cherry? go on tony baby!! ;D
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Art is a lie that makes us realise truth...

Strolling along these Spanish streets In old Pollenca Town The buildings are softly whispering A Cacophony Of Sound Infused in bricks and mortar A myriad of doors
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dreaming of you

Started off trying to write ghost story and got waylaid. I'm not sure.
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The Curious Incident of Creeps

An attempt at suspense... will appreciate feedback/comments.
Story of the week

Wasps

I just sat there the whole time, listening to the Eastenders theme tune with a straight face like one of those comedians who never laughs at their own jokes.
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Tripping

Tripping over a thought You take it And make it Into art Often you lose the meaning But it's still true For you At the start Fearfully unloading And tearfully decoding
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MRS MARGARET EVANS

There wasn't a precise moment when you could have said that Margaret Evans began to dislike her family but because of it she sometimes let out little yelps of frustration into the bathroom mirror
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Two Herrings

There were three things I saw that I don't think I'll ever forget. The first, seeing an old woman take off her hat, and a little live baby bird being under there...
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Reflection on Verse 517, Guru Vachaka Kovai

how true you are to say - 'Desire only Silence for in Silence there is nothing to desire' how much time did I waste before knowing this? listen to the surface of the pond

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