Cherrypicked stories

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The Picnic Field

George appeared at Granny’s. George was seven, and Granny lived next-door-but-one. It had been decided that George could now go round, with permission, without Granny being asked first.
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Sitting Room

Swirling wooden knots setting time Close to ripping like crepe paper outlines of boarded up tombs fastening kirby Grips held between teeth the coal Scuttle and poker sit beside her and
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Boy-Blue

Current I.P. His sweetheart, she rose early, one bright and sunny morn,
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Nursery non-rhymes

IPOW. Love this week's. Coincidentally, the first two are from the collection I set up this week. The rest I've knocked out today. More to be had out there but this is probably enough guff from me...
Poem of the week

As good as it gets

And tonight we forget About everything; The things we wanted, The things we'll never get.
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Abaddon - Chapter 26

5: The Tower of Air
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Abaddon - Chapter 25

4: In The Lists The crowd roared, and bayed for Percival's pasty white flesh. He wondered how many of them were actually human.
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Abaddon - Chapter 24

3: The Obedient Servants of His Lordship
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the affair

love hurts
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Beware of the Ides of March (part 2 of 10)

‘There is a strange man outside the door’
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Scents

I breathe in the smell Of clean laundry still Being washed. Its scent Reminding me of the Good Old Days, when Grandma would Cook dinner on Saturday afternoon And let us sit on the bench
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Here kitty, kitty

I found it on the way home from school. I almost walked past but a fluttering caught my eye and what I had first assumed was a discarded sock at the side of the road was, in fact, a tiny kitten.
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The Piggledy-Poo

Have you ever heard of the Piggledy-Poo?
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Erotolalia

A bagatelle...
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The Mercy on Silver Street

I remember the exact moment that you and I fell in love. The Italians have a word or saying for it, something about a thunderbolt.
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the end

"I'd rather not"
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Abaddon - Chapter 23

2: An Audience With The Management
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Abaddon - Chapter 22

1: Beachcombing He was cold and wet, and somebody was tugging off his clothes. Also, he was inhaling water.
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Abaddon - Chapter 21

Day Thirteen The Smoke has me now. It has probably had me for a long time.

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