Cherrypicked stories

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Project Falklands

A war rages between forces of good and evil, a war where only the strongest will survive! Bones will be broken, minds will be destroyed and hearts will be bleed!
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Impassioned Meant

A jolly good dig-out the soul, wrench, vent. Because I was infused with rage, and it spilled onto the page.
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the boy

I met the boy on the burning bridge. He wore trunks and sandals, and sat on the red hot iron rail with his legs swinging slightly over the sides as though he were somewhere else.
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Some Other Spring

Best thing about this dump is the chestnut tree and the garden. House not up to much. Only what you’d expect of Army Barracks.
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The Party

A talking head written in format for TV as a monologue to camera. Yas a middle aged woman with two daughters by her first marriage. Is bored by her second marriage and her safe life
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Stress co-ordination

‘The ways we work’, she said, ‘the way the world turns.’ And I thought she was an idiot. Because you told everyone that I loved you that it hurt a bit when you left,
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Singular (Inspiration Point)

Singular (Inspiration Point) (7th November, 2008, 1.15pm) Single. Tick the box, choose a job, choose life… it’s not always a choice, you know! I swear at the page;
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Once more with Peeling

Once more with Peeling (7th November 2008, 10.23am) Rinse our hands of this and then repeat;
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Tandoori under the Moon

updated edit, Tenerife poem - Tipping the Waiter was a Goa poem -
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Sulham Close - ch2

Nanowrimo Updated 28.12.09 and renamed.
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Poppies and Polka-dots

Yesterday was her birthday. She looked pretty in her party dress – the satin one with polka-dots. Red always was her colour.
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Sulham Close - ch1

Nanowrimo effort chapter 1 Updated 28.12.09 and remamed.
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Retribution

This story illustrates a point Ewan made in Six Articles in Search of a character. This character kicked me out of the way and wrote her own story. I had meant it to be a comment on the NHS.
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I'm In Love with a Girl Called Ellipsis...

I can't seem to stop using ellipses, everywhere I go it's all ... A friend says it lends my correspondence a certain fragmentary quality, constantly deferred, as if everything is consistently
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His Father's Son

Alexander’s never known you and yet he swears he loves you. Vows to follow in your footsteps
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Well; Or, Poem For John McCain

Well below the solar plexus Grace rests easier than Pride
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Two Cheers

Yes, just two...
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Six Articles in Search of a Character

This is one of those things courses tell you to do when looking to flesh out, or find a character. It has never worked for me... WIP
Poem of the week

Meetings with Remarkable Poets

1. Your face filled the TV screen, speaking about me and you. Those few and unsatisfying get-togethers - fine fare for a poet!

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