Cherrypicked stories

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Liar Liar

Liar Liar (3rd June 2008, 10.14pm) If you speak to me, I will watch your lips moving and enjoy the shape they make as you lift and curve your lies disguised as words of apology;
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Bone

I'd like to tie a piece of string around my parakeet's foot and carry him along with me, like a balloon, but he can't bear it.
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Jamie

He always tried too hard to play a part, needing other people to give him a stage. We were the theatre, but he was the lead actor.
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Always Read the Label Chapter 14 Are You Lonesome Tonight?

On the stairs I pass loads of people I know but can't remember where from or what their names are. They must remember me 'cos they all let on.
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Good China for Ash

I step out in front of the car. Explode like Beaujolais over the pavement. Reoccuring. Beautiful. Silence, as my blood forms rivulets, running towards the toes of my mesmerized audience.
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From his bed in the capital city

the old lady who was in the local newspaper after biting the arm of her mugger.
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From his bed in the capital city

Borrowed title from David Berman king of poems. From his bed in the capital city we are driving home to Norwich. The windscreen wipers metronome march
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Thearpy

Therapy Let me introduce you to John.
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Santa's Cookies

The doll seemed to mirror Molly’s features, the same long brown hair and rosy cheeks. Without thought, Harry’s fingers began to stroke the doll’s legs slowly, as he had done so to Molly earlier.
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Xenophobia, you took it upon yourself to kill me.

...Body growing with muscle as it assimilated more ignorance, hate, propaganda, lies, laziness, unemployment...
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Picturing myself in the mountains, 10,000 miles away

I share a feather duvet with the headmistress of the local primary school
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One for the Money...

Autumn Tomson walked down the sidewalk, staggering like a drunkard.
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Hymn to Boredom

Response to Inspiration Point. Oh sweet indolence, Mistress of the sterile mind.......
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speechless, but telling a story

I chose not to speak until I was three. It points to a personality trait of taciturnity that continues to prevail.
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Seabird

For the ABC writers and critics, those who take the time to leave comments.
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Boredom (for Doeslittle)

Here you go, Doeslittle!
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Crystal Clear

Crystal Clear (29th May 2008, 11.57pm) Crystal clear, the water isn’t. I imagine what she would have been thinking, standing here on the edge of the lock,
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A Modicum of Excess is Good for the Soul

I gave up men for Lent and this is what happened.
Story of the week

Medea

Burlesque and Magic, What more could you want?
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Toyland

Drugs, Dolls and Inappropriate Men all told in first person.

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