Cherrypicked stories

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Silverland V

Anna too was in candlelight. She trod softly around the room because quiet would help José sleep more soundly in the next room.
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Silverland IV

Anna sat with her hands folded in her lap while the two policemen filed in and stood either side of the door. She could feel her pulse fluttering in her throat and moved her head slightly to ease it.
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Silverland III

“He came here again! On the very same day he dared to show his face here again! I didn’t let him through, he stayed out here in the shop, but I don’t know how he could dare!”
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SIlverland II

Peter was reading, or something. He’d muttered something about “re-evaluating some maps” while they were still lying in bed, about half an hour ago. Sara had let him go, but not very willingly.
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Silverland I

It was a Ford Falcon. The engine was cooling, making tiny noises that echoed in the narrow road.
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I have always wanted to dream of flying

I remember that bodies pop when they land and I would explode like some sort of unholy watermelon. Pips and pitch strewn across the childrens play area.
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Playing it out for the camera

Keith is married. Or is he? His fiancee seems to think so but then she's on her way to Brussels in an Easyjet. Alone.
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The Road of Dust

Welcome to the Beginning...
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These Walls

A poem about the barriers we put up, crushes and wooden planes.
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The Black Pointy Hat

Not that the scarecrow minded how he looked; he was, after all, just a scarecrow...
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THE QUEUE MASTERS

Queue for bread, queue for milk, queue for sex. It's the great British tradition after all. Empires were built on it!
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Dance Dance Revolution

The tramps have started grooving. I do not approve. When they bodypop It makes me itch. I saw a vagabond in a tweed coat Spinning on his head Making his damp trilby go all flat.
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The Fridge

A short story about the fridge that never killed me.
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Doing a Corporate

2 co-workers are ill-met at a New Year's Eve Corporate celebration
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Secret Messages

He leaves the phone cradle Turtle-flipped beside a biro Doodle of fire To remind her Of the night they sat Wang-eyed on a see-saw And kids set some bins alight Near the far railings.
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Credits

Poem #1
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Pale and Ignorant

A long exhalation of air, laden, worrisome. A sound in the dark. Two figures le, one sleeps,
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Dreams: Monday to Friday.

Monday: I am scoring anti-capitalist slogans on a Coke billboard at the back of London Road market whilst supping a Sprite. My geography teacher points out that Sprite

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