Cherrypicked stories

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The Bastard - He Doesn't Exist

Work in progress - inspired by Sam
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Loneliness is a language

What could I do or say? Would pain smooth out under my perfect words? Would it even listen? Winds soothe and refresh. Green shades in the land please the eye, and sitting by the water
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Out beyond its depth

Next to the railway line, this house, resentful of being looked at, painfully holds itself up straight, ashamed of its gawky gables and blind windows, embarrassed
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Writing Home

IP: Red dress and Spider I curse it! Just another whore in a red dress on any street corner.
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Pub Banter! (East End Style)

“Where was you, when manners was handed out?” “Round the corner, having a fag. Where was you?” “Round the other one, shagging your Mum; there was a queue!”
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Teachologue

An insight....!!! Tearing hair out? Me? Never!
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The Story of the First Eclipse and How the Stars Were Born

A very long time ago before there were people on the earth, the Gods were sitting in their palace on high, and out of their boredom they created the Sun and the Moon to fill up the empty sky.
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Bright like Quartz

The white points of her knuckles are bright like quartz sticking out of heather where she’s holding on so hard and I think about her little skeleton underneath that rosy flesh.
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Peter Pan Poems

They are Peter Pan poems; they refuse to grow up!
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dddk 4 - plums and bums

The rise and fall of Dame Nellie...
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Your Country Needs You

The Great (or not so great) War
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Morpheus (Roman god of sleep and dreams )

Incubus (a male demon believed to have sexual intercourse with sleeping women)
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Keeping up Appearances

Inspiration Point...spider and a red dress....
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Greenwood Tree : Prologue

Pagan gods don’t walk away just because you stop looking at them. The Gronny Patch sleeps; perhaps it dreams. Let it . .
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A Cup of Tea

You were forewarned and when you are lost Remember the tragedy I promised.
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3 boys

Three boys tired to sell me a Christmas tree for one pound, As I walked along black ground in January dusk.
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The Return

The opening of something longer, meaner and perhaps a little scarier. Aimed at a young-adult audience. How do people feel about the tone?

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