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It Was An Average Week

My whole city sent me branches when, on Monday I thought I was missing out on the Poplars dangling their new earrings. No one crossed the yellow line on Tuesday when I was late by minutes
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Notes From the Archbishop

They would not allow these eyes to see her burn My youth demanding reticence and tact But from my bedroom window there did turn The scent of lavender to choking ash
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If you peeled my skin off I'd be smiling

There are gaps where our bones don't meet and it's cold but we're both grinning and we don't know how to stop.
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The Proof: Chapter 6

The next morning, Miss Thomas went to work with a hangover. She hadn't intended to drink that much, not on a school night, but eating dinner with her friends always had a tendency to get out of hand.
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The Proof: Chapter 4

On a muggy day early in summer, two orange butterflies were chasing each other around in circles.
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With no one to impress I'm lost

Add it to the list of things I've ruined through analysis. I will never watch Saddam swing lightheartedly again.
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Soft-soled shoes

There’s a voice on the intercom informing whoever’s listening “response levels are low”- he sounds clinical, like he could be talking about a machine.
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Drew’s Pile

Drew's got problems... big problems!
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The Importance of Gestures

Pissmop has been brought back from the dead and this time he's a twinkly eyed, silver fox. I never saw the man he grew into but I can guess he was nothing like this.
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In His Image

This is a short story about how children can be influenced by their parents. 730 words.
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The Proof: Chapter 3

Nine months and eleven days later, Kate gave birth to a baby boy.
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The Proof: Chapter 2

The couple who lived next door were called Kate and Jeremy Hapgood. They were young, in their twenties, and they often interrupted their neighbours' sleep.
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Four Corners

I never could make up my mind if I like the States or not.
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The Long Mile Home

24 hours. One day. One lifetime.
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The Punch Line.

Did you hear the one about the middle-aged joke writer?
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Fox Hunting

Work in progress
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Anecdotage

My, I'm in a bad mood today
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Theatre

The mists draw back like curtains to reveal the theatre of morning. You appear, centre stage, and lead the children by the hand down to the sea of adventures. I sit, in the stalls,
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Miss Tempest Thinks

mouths the words 'There is a storm coming'

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