Cherrypicked stories
Eight Foot Blue - 6
What I hated most about life, and the holiday, was walking anywhere with Dad.
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Driving Great Aunt Maisie
We'd already done 'I Spy' to death...
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SF. Pt. 16. Mewsing.
Excuse the pun.
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- 2109 reads
A Sad Old Bear
My name is Edward T D Bear, I’m fifty-five today. The coat and hat of plaid I wear is faded now to grey. My old fur body’s not the same as what it used to be.
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Radiation, Suicide, Superpowers
All superheroes have their own believable origin story. Batman lost his parents, Superman lost his planet, Spider-Man lost his ability to never get bitten by a radioactive spider. I’m no different.
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Matty - Part 9
Recap: After their date at the pub, Philippa had taken Matthew back to The Manor.
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Ars Amatoria
The first chapter of a failed love story. Post modern, cynical and hopefully funny!
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On Turning Sixty
The rewards of being sixty.
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He Loves Me... He Loves Me Not...
He loves me not... Wordless whispers through the trees Softest grass beneath my knees Buttercup decide my fate Hoping that it’s not too late. He loves me... Losing him I cannot bear
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.Street.Lights.
one winged bird, so fast, a blur, bruises are beginning to blossom on my pelvis.
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Crematorium
Is this everything - your name printed on paper two bunches of flowers and thirty-one people with your genes? Stories were never written on a string of DNA.
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Longs Close
It is not you I mourn but the walk to your house through the wheat on Dodds lane and the haze on Pyrford roads in high summer. Now, bereft of my place in those times
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Bye Ways
Don't let the last words you say be angry ones...
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The Baroness Mk2.
Second attempt.
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Chapter Four: Being Pregnant is a Joy!
Kate is convinced she is pregnant by Tiny Penis. But she continues to carry her secret around until she knows for sure. Meanwhile her poor brother George wrestles with the future.
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Time means nothing here
When time collapses on itself, and now and then co-exist.
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Desert Blooms
Not entirely autobiographical...
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That Summer!
You leaned out on the branch, sniffing the pink(ish) flower. A bee lodged in your left nostril and stung you till it died; you fell to the ground screaming.
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