Cherrypicked stories
End of days 1
A final battle looms to end all others (possibly for real this time).
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Preface. The Game Begins
It is bitter winter in the mountains, a pale sickle moon casting a wan silver light over the unmarked white of the snow.
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She's Very Nearly
She's a very nearly person.
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Back of my hand
Back of my hand (9th June, 2010) I wrote your name on the back of my hand with eyeliner, so I wouldn’t forget; you know how I am; memory lane twists and turns, if only I hadn’t learnt the
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Wishing Well
The re-telling of an olde and curious legend of a Yorkshire witch, a necromancer and a seer...........
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The Coming of Age .November Part 2.
More goings on.
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Since You Arrived...
'Out of the mouths of babes and sucklings...' or so it was written.
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Forfeits and Rewards - PART 2
A night of love. Only for the initiated or those who wish to be.
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Forfeits and Rewards - PART 1
A night of love. Only for the initiated or those who wish to be.
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My Mother
What my mother means to me. I hope she never reads this.
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Morningside
the steps of Morningside have seen a lot
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Amnesia
My trail of footprints sinks into the sand like a long, rambling confession; the ins and outs of two years of extreme loneliness.
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It all began with Nana's cat
You will love the smell of a domestic cat As it sizzles in the pan Toss in some onions And garlic Then present it to your Nan And as you watch her gobble it up
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Obolus.
He stands at my door, arms crossed, leaning up against the wall. He wants permission to enter. I decline. He says he’ll wait. He anticipates my response: “You will!”
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Words
Words do not like to be caught. Poised, frozen on the sheer plain whiteness of the page.
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The Comin g of Age. November. Part 1.
Some awkward moments
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Nicolaus Copernicus In My Mother's New Kitchen
The centre of it all, he says, is her Russell Hobbes kettle. Everything revolves around it - is drawn to it like the sun. And the steam that gushes forth from
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Gossip
An insidious but common pastime methinks.
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11. Do You Remember?
This is my love letter. I love you. Goodbye
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Rose
"Who needed men?" she'd asked a friend.
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