Cherrypicked stories
The Pony Man
The Pony Man by Jane Seaford Wearing mackintoshes against the drizzly rain, Beatrice and Alice stood looking through the gate.
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an Uncomplicated act
I chose to take the hover-rail from the west side to the south. It’s safer that way. I look along the oval carriage. It’s almost overcrowded.
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Cruel Tricks And Wrong Turns
Observed recently in Lincoln
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Memories Of Cherry Nibbling.(I.P.)
I should maybe throw my hat in first perhaps. My go at the IP
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High Spirits - (I.P.)
I was fond of berries, they were my main diet. The other kids ate cherries but did it on the quiet.
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The Woman
When she was a young girl, her favourite pass-time was dressing up. She would wait until her mother was busy in the garden, and her brother was out, and sneak in to her brother's room.
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The Cherry Tree (I.P.)
“How you shiver, Cherry Blossom! Let me warm you with my kisses..."
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Bridge with God
My mother takes gambles with angels. If her Patience is solved, she knows she will be protected and safely climb the high step to her terrace to get some fresh air.
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Missing in marriage
I notice it most when we make love. You are there, fleshy and slippy and breathy and yet you are absent.
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The Last Santa Clause
Hollywood action movie style, post-apocalyptic, Christmas Zombie story.
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Born In The Ghetto
Under the dark sky, getting high on the dark side, Felt deprived and segregated like the apartheid.
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Who is holding onto your heart
The search for the secret treasure inside each and every one of us.
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The Quadratic Equations Of Summer
Surreptitious And The Obfuscators were, of course, the band of the moment that summer.
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preparing for re-hab
About to cross America in 12 hours on a technological miracle burning blackened dinosaur fossils Good insurance, good research, worries, hopes, pear sake, marijuana, pain-pills to keep me
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I Write... Therefore I Am
High-schools and universities, friends and classes and reputations, gentle lovers, beautiful lovers, abusive, deceitful lovers, drug highs and drug lows, almost nazi-style jails
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Nodding With Cherries
Marjorie Wallace, thirty-nine-year-old librarian, enjoyed a certain fillip to her weekly walk to the writers’ circle.
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No More Heroes
This was originally a straight fantasy story but I couldn't think how to end it so I tried to sex it up.
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A very different kind of love (I.P)
My attempt at the I.P.
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After You
I'm spinning back round, banging my fists on the door. I want to go back. I WANT TO GO BACK! There are sirens in my head, screaming: "Relapse... RELAPSE!"
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